I know God used this whole experience to break down my pride because last October, I asked Him to. As I was praying, I even saw a flash of what I would look like with severe acne and I remember saying, "No God! ANYTHING but that. I can't handle that." And I couldn't. I had to rely on Him 100% because in my own strength I wanted to never get out of bed. My worth was found in my looks. It was at my lowest point (I was actually suicidal) that I realized God's strength is made perfect in my weakness and joy is something given by Him, something that is not subject to my circumstances. And I was happy. Even though my skin was the same, I was filled with joy. I thank God for this experience because without it, I would still be a slave to my own pride in looks. It's like I've been freed. And being free is sooooo amazing.