There was a time my face was peppered with acne. That was in sixth grade, and thankfully all traces of acne receded by the time I was in high school. Talk about a potential awkward coming of age! (No, all my awkward moments were mostly weight-related.)

Perhaps because I get pimples so very sporadically, I have no idea how to treat them. What I’ve always done is to pop them. Basically I just rub and rub at it, until the white goo comes out and it stops hurting. It bleeds a bit sometimes but then it’s gone the next morning.

Not so lucky this time. I got an acne a few months ago, like a little white bump on my face. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it bugged me so I started rubbing at it. I took like 30 minutes rubbing idly on the bed, but it wouldn’t come off! Concerned, I went to the mirror and was horrified to see that I had a big red splotch on my face, completely rubbed off! Eeeekkkk!

The next day it was still a big red spot. Like a painted blush on a doll. But it didn’t look so good on me. I spent the last few months hiding behind my hair, and now it’s faded but I think it’s permanently scarred my face. Sigh.

And no, no pictures, no siree. I’ll keep that shame to myself (you will only see the cake of makeup I’m wearing, yupdidoo).

I may perhaps just seek acne treatment next time.

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