Let me start by saying that I used to have acne. I had it bad. It was on my face. It was on my back and shoulders. I could not hide it, nor could I cover it up. It kept me from being the person I wanted to be. I was miserable.
I know what it is like to meet someone and not have them look at me directly. I didn't blame them. The sight of large, white pustules on my face was disturbing. Even now when I meet a person with bad facial acne, and know what they are going through, I still find it difficult to look at them. I don't want them seeing me see them. That's sad, but the truth.
The presence of pimples on my face made it difficult to meet new people because I wanted to keep them at a distance. The further they were from me, the less they saw my affliction. I didn't want people to see me that way.
Even when I began using prescription medication and pills, I was still miserable. The products dried my face so badly, I could barely open my mouth without splitting my skin. The oily zone was now the red and flaky zone. It was no better than having whiteheads front and center. Do you know the feeling?
Then there was my back. I dreaded going to the beach, pool, or locker room. I didn't want people to see the condition of my back. I had back acne so bad, there was no way I was going to wear a t-shirt without wearing an undershirt. And forget wearing a white shirt. I used to break pimples simply by sitting back in my chair. It was embarrassing.
I tried over-the-counter spot treatments and found them insufficient. They just didn't work. As a male, they were like putting on make-up. The tinted color had to be blended entirely across my face to keep from looking blotchy. But guess what? I wasn't fooling anyone. I had to fix the problem and not just cover it up.
It wasn't until that I started reading about acne and what causes it that I was able to really make a difference in my appearance, my self-esteem, and best of all, my life!