There are days when I just stare at the mirror for hours. Itâ€™s almost as if I squint and kind of lose focus I can just barely imagine what my face would look like clear. Every day when I put on my makeup, there's a moment when I just look at myself, foundation in one hand; and think about how much easier this would be if I didn't look like I had chicken pox. I can no longer leave the house without makeup, I refuse to do so. Going for a run, going to the store, going to get the mail, I just can't leave the house without putting something on my face. Thankfully I've found a nice hypoallergenic non-clogging tinted moisturizer which will do the trick for short junkets to the store and for when I'm going out on a run.
You know it's funny, but I feel as though because I have bad skin I have become more personally motivated to stay in shape. It's kind of sad in a way, it's like I've developed an automatic compliment. Since I know for a fact no one is going to say I have a pretty face; instead I bank on the fact that people tell me I have a nice shape, a nice body, nice figure. Which for all intensive purposes may be a slightly less than healthy mindset...but the way I see it is that as long as I'm healthy and active and in shape it really isn't the worst kind of standard a girl can have.