thats horrible! I have a friend who also has acne and has a really cute boyfriend...people have actually said things to her face about how shes not up to his 'level" . Level of what, algebra?. god some people are just. big. jackasses.
Everyone posting in here gives me such strength! I have dealt with the stares and being surrounded by friends with flawless skin for years and it depresses me to no end. I have been asked by countless people why I wear so much make up and it takes all my efforts not to cry right then and there. There was a time where I left the house for nothing for months, literally. I was too embarrassed to see anyone for I felt so hideous and like a failure.
One very recent embarrassing moment for me was this New Years. I have a boyfriend who I love to no end (unfortunately he has yet to see me without makeup, I'm so scared) and he invited me to his house for a small party. I felt very under the weather and looked it too, but he wanted me to attend so I did. I dressed rather casual thinking I would have no one to impress and of course, I was broken out. We arrive and an hour later people start piling in. The girls were all gorgeous, dressed to the T with flawless skin. My boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend looked adorable, as always, with not one flaw. I felt so ugly and out casted, I did not want to meet anyone and when my boyfriend introduced me around I swear everyone looked at me like "Really? Her?" I was so humiliated. To top it off everyone kept coming up to my boyfriend's friend's girl and telling her how beautiful she was right in front of me, giving me a glance and looking away immediately. I wanted to walk out the door and not come back. Instead I went to my boyfriend's room, shut the door, turned off the lights and tried so hard not to cry myself to sleep.
As ugly as I feel, I feel worse for my boyfriend. To have a girlfriend with such bad skin? That must be so embarrassing. He tells me how beautiful I am everyday, but I am lying to him by wearing makeup. I have cancelled dates and lied to him saying I'm sick so I won't have to go out. Writing all this I want to cry. I know my skin will get better, but I fear once he sees the truth he won't wait around for that to happen. I know that if that happens that means he's not the right person for me, but I will be devastated and I won't get over it for a very, very long time.
Reading all these stories with people who share my pain gives me such a warm feeling inside. I'm not alone! I wish I could giveyou all hugs. :,)
what on earth is a form teacher?
too bad you didnt "accidentally" trip the bastard, preferably into an open sewer... or get your kid brother to kick him in the goolies.
I'm heading for the big 40 and I'm still suffering. It's not as bad as it was but my skin is definitely not 'normal'.
1. After school one time, before I even understood acne and what it was doing to me, another kid said "you're sweating, why are you sweating?". I hadn't been doing anything strenuous, I couldn't understand it. Later I came to realise it was my skin covered in oil.
2. When it was at its full cystic worst (before I'd been to the doc and tried Minocycline), aged about 17, my form tutor stood and examined my cheek like it was some sort of art exhibit and said to me "that's quite amazing" with a big smile on his face. He was a bastard generally.
3. Aged 25 at work, someone asked me why I had chocolate on the back of my shirt. "Chocolate?" I said. I had no idea. When I checked it out in the bathroom mirror I realised it was a large burst zit that had dried blood into a half inch square in the middle of my back. Stuck at work, I had to get through the day knowing that was on show.
4. Another time I'd had a bad zit right in the middle of my forehead and in a moment of desperation I tried toothpaste on it. It came up bright red and at work I got asked if I'd joined the Sikhs.
Some stories here are hair-raising. It chips away at self-confidence and it has ruined my life when I really sit and think about it. I try not to do that but it enters my head from time to time. My skin, mirrors and my self-image are still a daily concern. People with normal skin don't know how lucky they are.
One of the things which hurt my feelings was when I was in my early teens, after parents were divorced, my dad used to mess with my face. I didnt see my father much but when I did he would obsessively try to squeeze blackheads... um yeah, what teen girl wants to spend "quality time" with dear old dad picking at your face? He probably didnt even wash his hands first. I will say, my mom did everything she could to help me with my acne, bought all the products, skin doctors etc but when I got cystic acne she kept asking "what are you doing/not doing to your face?", as if I was somehow causing it myself. My mom had acne for years but she just covered it up with heavy foundations--youd think shed know better than believing we can control our acne.
My mother-in-law has that dry, perfect skin and she said she''never uses anything but water and she is fine" No point even going there people who never had a breakout dont and will never "get it".
Edited by AuguriesofInnocence, 08 May 2013 - 11:50 AM.