Well everything seemed to be going great as far as that time of the month goes until I woke up this morning and found another small cystic like pimple on my left cheek.
I tried to let it go and just put BP on it ( a lot of it) and my husband isn't home and his cell phone is broken (he's the one that ususally keeps me out of the bathroom when I want to "pick") so 20 mins later I was in front on the mirror poking and prodding the thing! I'm sure it's going to look much worse in a couple of hours.
I don't understand why I felt the need to mess with it. IT was definitely red and inflammed but I think if I would've kept putting BP on it, it would have definitely gone down. I couldn't stop coming back to the mirror and analyzing it. Like it was going to magically dissapear in a couple of mins. I mean I know I was totally depressed when I saw it because I'm supposed to go to the pool today but I just couldn't leave it alone.
WAHHH I'm sad now!