It's been such a lovely fall weekend here. Honestly, I can't complain. My husband and I have been taking it easy. Lots of hot tea. A long walk to our favorite pizza/salad shop. Perfume shopping. I love spending time with him and literally cherish every moment now that he's in medical school!
On the skin front- it's pretty meh. My skin hasn't worsened, but it hasn't gotten noticeably better. I'm still embarrassed by the army of red spots on my temples, forehead, and chin. Nothing makes me feel smaller or less capable.
I want to talk about something that occurred to me today while driving around town, and that is the idea of betrayal. I honestly feel completely betrayed by my body and my skin- like my skin and body actively work against my every effort to be my best version of myself. Do you ever feel that way? Like you have no control over the way you look, and like your skin is betraying you by looking like it does? It's aggravating. I'm not dirty, unhealthy, or fifteen years old, but my skin deceptively makes it look that way.... I also swear I used to be pretty! Sometimes my skin feels like a giant mask of ugly.
Anyway, that's just something that popped into my head as a way to describe how my now-constant battle with acne makes me feel. Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Hope you spend it with someone special, who doesn't mind your spots and lets you know how beautiful you are inside and out