My acne has been in the forefront of my mind lately, even more than usual. I'm just now starting to get over a really horrible breakout on my chin. I'm trying some new products, I'm eating better, exercising more, all that good stuff. But my mind has been wandering through the last two decades of my life that acne has taken over, and I thought of something that happened when I was about 15 years old. It still makes me cringe, but I wanted to share it and encourage anyone else who stumbles upon this thread to share their "most embarrassing acne memory"
Like I said, I was 15. My aunt was having a Mary Kay party - you know, when a bunch of women sit around and "oohh" and "aahh" over skincare products and makeup samples while an all-knowing consultant makes her recommendations. My mom encouraged me to attend with her...I said no way, everyone is going to look at me because I'm the one with the acne. She said no, no, it will be fine. So I reluctantly decided to go. I figured I'd chat with some family, have some snacks, sit through some product demonstrations and be done with it. Oh, no such luck...
The consultant had us all sit around the dining room table in front of our own personal facial stations...and guess what step one was? Remove your makeup. I froze. I wanted to hide. I wanted to cry. I know I was crying on the inside. At the time, I wasn't very skilled at makeup application, but I did the best I could to cover the mess that was my face. I didn't let ANYONE see me without full makeup. I made eye contact with my mom, and she just nodded her head, as if to say "it's okay, just do it". I wanted to run, but I was afraid that would be more embarrassing. Boy was I wrong. I should have ran. I took the makeup remover cloth that was supplied, and started wiping my face. One was not nearly enough to strip my layered foundation, concealer, and powder down to bare skin. The consultant said, "Oh honey, you'll need a lot more". Gee, thanks. So there I sat, wiping my disguise off. A pile of dirty cleansing cloths at my station. Everyone else had finished up with one cloth, barely a smudge of makeup on them. So they sat there and watched me struggle to clean my skin, watched my red, sore, acne-ridden face emerge. My tears blended in with my damp face. I guess I can't blame them for staring - they weren't expecting what they saw. Oh sure, they all knew I had "some skin troubles" but no one realized it was full-blown acne. When I finally finished the consultant said something like, "Now that we're all through, let’s get started." I wanted to die. I sat there as she gave me samples of their oily skin line, had me wash and tone my face. Then she had me put my face in the light so she could help me choose the right foundation so I wouldn’t have "that awful line of demarcation". At least by this time most everyone was involved in their own facials and choosing their perfect products. The focus wasn't on me anymore. My mom purchased a starter kit for me and I used the products for a long time. They were nice, though I don’t think they did anything to help my skin. The makeup was nice too, but too expensive to keep using. After all, my only income at the time was my baby-sitting money
And that’s not the moral of the story anyway. That incident scarred me also as badly as my acne has. For the last 20 years of my life I have been hiding behind makeup, trying my damndest to look presentable. In that particular situation, I was somewhat "forced" to bare myself in public. It was humiliating. You may think, oh but at least you were around family. Honestly, I would have rather been with a group of strangers. I still had to face these people in everyday life and I was convinced that when they looked at me, all they saw was my bare skin from that party.
Life goes on, my acne got better, then got worse, and that vicous cycle continues to this day. Over the years my makeup skills have improved. My approach to controling my acne is multi-faceted. As an adult, I would never put myself in a situation like that. And my mom meant well and by no means was it her fault, I think she wanted desperately to help me.
How about you guys? Any embarrassing moments that you want to share?
Edited by RJT623, 05 March 2013 - 09:52 AM.