I developed acne on my face and body at 10-11 years old (really badly on my back). And I can't for the life of me ever remember being bothered by it at the time. I still did what I could to treat it, I applied my retin-a gel at night time and used Proactiv as my skin care routine (back in those days) but I never actually remember caring about it that much. I never cried once - at all.
People assumed because I was a girl that was affected by varrying degrees (it waxed and waned) of fairly severe acne on my face and body that I must have a low self esteem and be in some kind of emotional pain but this was not the case at all.
I was a tomboy who wore boys clothes and didn't care what I looked like. I didn't feel like a *girl* somehow, I felt closer to a boy as though I had more of a male brain and wasn't as influenced by emotions over something like "appearance" as the other girls in my class dealing with ane. They wore heavy pancake makeup to school and bawled in the bathroom if someone said anything about their skin - I didn't give a sh*t. I remember some guy in middle school turning around and trying to insult me about my skin and I laughed in his face.. he just looked back at me "puzzled" - Like you're a girl you're supposed to be upset about that.
I don't know, maybe I'm just an alien. Can anyone else relate?
I'm 24 now and my acne is fairly under control with spironolactone. I do what I can to treat it but never got hysterical when my skin "got really bad" or hid in my home (which a lot of people do apparently?) I'd just go out without makeup with some Retin-A or lotion on my face without a care what people thought of me.
Edited by darkheart, 02 March 2013 - 05:22 PM.