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My trek to get rid of my acne for good.

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Day 47

"Week 5-8: Skin stays clear, with perhaps a pimple here and there which clears quickly. Red spots are slowly fading." Uh-huh, sure acne.org. Sure. 47 days in and nothing has changed. My acne is still terrible- in fact, it's a new kind of terrible. Eventually it's gotta get better, though. Right? Right?

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

02/09/2015

 

Day 31

It's been a month since I've started The Regimen and so far it hasn't been worth the money. Some of my acne has decreased in intensity, but in its place is very dry-looking skin that won't hydrate no matter how much moisturizer or how little BP I use. Still, I carry on. My face today: I know I'm being pessimistic and my face has technically improved. I won't be happy until it's clear. And not even then.

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

01/24/2015

 

Day 17

I've been very, very bad. I told myself I would not pick at my skin. And what did I do? I picked at my skin. And how. There's been little to no change at all. Week two isn't supposed to be the miracle week, so there's still hope. Meanwhile my face has developed a weird texture unlike the bumpy one I had before. I can't say it's an improvement, it's just... different. Also my skin seems super dried out regardless of how much moisturizer I slather on. It might be that I'm not reacting well with the BP or the cold is chapping every exposed piece of flesh on me. Or both. Or none. I don't know. I'm not a doctor. The "progress":

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

01/10/2015

 

Day 9

It's been a little over a week sine I've begun using The Regimen, So far, no miracles. Here's a face update: I can see a very, very minor difference. Sort of. Since I've got you here, I might as well force you to read about my life. I've had acne since I got the puberty monster at age 14. In the years since then I've had just about every type of acne there is. The very worse of it was a long bout of incredibly painful cystic acne when I was 16 or so. I've been to a dermatologist once, forced there by my mother and grandmother who wanted the mole on my face removed. I've been too embarrassed to ever ask my parents to go back to get help for my face. I remembered when I was a mentor at a primary school and was asked by a third grader, "What's that stuff on your face?" It took me a moment, then I understood. "It's acne." They looked at me with a confused grimace then carried on with their third grader life. My face has always been a source of embarrassment for me as I am rather unattractive. The acne makes it even worse. For the latter half of my high school career, my acne and ever-growing OCD kept me from even looking in mirrors. I just couldn't face myself. To this day I cannot look in a mirror if someone else is in the vicinity, less they think I am ironically vain or otherwise okay with my terrible complexion. Maybe getting rid of my acne will make me hate myself less. We can only hope.

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

01/02/2015

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01/11/2015

 

Day 1

This had better work. I ordered The Regimen for myself as a Christmas present (yeah, that sounds sad but not as sad as the time my grandma bought me AcneFree for my birthday) (thanks grandma). My present arrived today and I have just completed my first, uh, treatment. After years of compulsively picking at my face to the point of open wounds and bleeding acne I have come to the realization that I have excoriation disorder. A smart person might have noticed this about themselves a long time ago. I am not a smart person. Skin-picking is one of my biggest obstacles going into this thing. I am constantly picking at my acne or at least touching my hand to my face, two very big no-no's from what I understand. The desire to rest my cheek on my hand is so bad right now but I'm fighting it, dear reader(s). I'm fighting it. I also have an issue with applying too much pressure when I touch my face. Sensory issues give me an aversion to light touch. I don't even realize I'm pressing so hard until I consciously think about my hand pressure and realize, ow, I'm hurting myself. So there's another biggie. Also eating junk food. So bad. I'm working on it, though. Here are my "before" pictures. Wince at will. (Why the black bars? I am ashamed of my acne-less eyes.) Wish me luck. Not that it will help. But whatever.

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

12/25/2014

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01/01/2015

 

Whoops: A Prologue

In 2011 I made a blog post declaring a war on my persistent acne. I vowed to terminate it within twelve months by any means necessary. The war has since turned cold. I'm nearing age twenty-one and my acne is still rampant and annoying as hell. Wasn't I supposed to outgrow the awkward middle school phase? Did my body not get the memo? I have decided, dear reader(s), to try to combat this face crud once again with the persistence I had in mind back in year sixteen of my life. It's not that I haven't been trying. I've used so many different washes and creams and systems to no avail. If I had any understanding of how doctors and insurance works, I might even have tried to go to a dermatologist. I am very sick of my face. I've ordered the proclaimed holy grail of acne medication, The Regimen, for the very first time and await its arrival with the eagerness of a child who halfheartedly believes in Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. But that's not all- I'll also be attempting to -gasp- eat healthier. Not necessarily v-e-g-e-t-a-b-l-e-s or anything crazy like that, just maybe no sugar. Okay, less sugar. Maybe. We'll see. Farewell for now, -BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

12/21/2014

 

Day 1: My Story

Acne sucks. Don't I know it. I've had it since I was 13 or 14 (I'm nearly 17 now). What started out as a few little pimples here and there has spread across my face faster than the drive-through at McDonald's (which, admittedly, isn't very fast at all). Acne has caused my already low self-esteem to plummet and has made me much more self-conscience. True, acne isn't solely to blame, but it's a big factor. I've tried so many things to supposedly clear up my acne. Alas, none prevail victorious. It's always goes the same; I try a new product, it makes me believe that it works by shrinking a few pimples, then BAM. It stops working for no reason at all. For the past two years I've gotten acne treating products for my birthday. What a confidence booster. "Happy birthday! Oh, by the way, you're face is gross. Here." I'm tired of having acne. That's why I making a commitment to get rid of it. I'm setting a goal for myself. One year from now, on March fourth, 2012, I better be acne free. If not, I don't know what I'll do. Until then, I'll try whatever I can to terminate these little annoying growths. Which means I'll be trying several different systems, as well as diets. I hope to be healthier inside and out, and maybe, just maybe, obtain the courage to live my life better. Ta ta for now, -BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

BehindTheCamera

03/04/2011

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