My feelings

I hate when I listen to people bitch and moan about having acne, then when you see pictures or see them personally and they have like 1-4 bumps on their face. Shut the fuck up, that isn't bad one bit and grow up. Acne isn't that bad, everyone has their flaws. And when you go out with your friends in public and you can't turn down candy without telling them why. You're afraid they'll ask moar questions. They are your friends for a reason, cause they like you for you.

Fish Oil and Acne

Good for it or bad for it?

cigarettes

does cigarette smoke clog pores?

wrote a poem for you guys

so i sorta just wrote this spur of the moment. this is for people who have become emotionally handicapped because of thier acne, sounds dramatic i know, but I hope you guys realize that you are not alone and are some of the most beautiful people in this world, i'm still reeling from the effects of acne, dont know when I'll be my old self again, if ever. if you feel the same way, i dedicate this poem to you. lol. writing this poem made me realize how lucky I actually am. I hope you all find happiness. god knows, im still trying

I Want to Be Like Her

It was a cruel joke, really
and the punch line was my face.
What were they all looking at?
It’s another night and we’re all going out,
but I dread it because I know I won’t be the prettiest.
She will.
And as much as I love her,
I resent her,
Because her complexion is flawless.
Does it matter that she fucks up?
Not really, because her complexion is flawless.
Sure enough, she looks like the star of the movie,
And I, the “best friend”.
It hurts because even though it’s gone,
it’s not really gone.
Phantom acne, if you will.
I’m plagued by the ugliness in me,
that no one else can see.
And I cry because I hate myself,
and I cry because I hurt myself,
and I cry because I’m fucking beautiful,
but refuse to look in the mirror regardless.
She takes her dress off and I see three moles on her back,
Fairly large and not the prettiest to look at.
And I realize that she’s not perfect.
Insanely beautiful, but not perfect.
Not one soul in this damn world is,
and lately I’ve been realizing how truly blessed I am,
and can only hope that God forgives my stupidity.
Maybe next time,
I’ll think twice,
Before I utter the words: I’d give anything,
For perfect skin.

for those who pick like me

i used to pick at night before falling asleep and most nights i wud stay up for hours lying in bed picking every part of my skin that i could reach with my hands..somtimes id get in wierd postions to i could reach a particular section of my skin..but yeah u didnt need to know that. my point is, picking is ugly and obsessive and once you start you cant stop, so the point is to not start at all. i sleep with gloves on and i absolutely cannot take them off 'cause if i do, ill be in skin picking hell. i just wanted to throw this suggestion out there to people like me who pick at night. it cud work, it works for me. ive reduced picking by 90% and sure some of it has to do with will power, but sometimes u have to put yourself in a position where you are unable to pick, period. i also wear them when im just sitting on the couch watching tv because i know i pick then too, and i dont care if my roomates think im weird for carrying a pair of gloves around all the time, id rather seem wierd than have scabs all over my body.