I’ve been dealing with something pretty awful lately, and I’ve decided to talk about it because I don’t think very many people are talking about it. And I promise you, it’s not my inability to pluck my eyebrows, even though as you can clearly tell, I am not very skilled with the tweezers (yeah, I’m not purposely trying to give you the Rock’s sexy eyebrow raise.) I’m talking about Adult acne. Totes. Gross. I’m about to tell you something that may cause you to hate me, but that’s OK. I promise you, life is making up for it now ten fold. I never had acne until I was an adult. I maybe remember having one or two pimples in high school, you know when the rest of the teenage world was dealing with acne all over the place. Nope, not me. It came and went in college but was never anything to make much a do about. Same with my twenties. But now. Now my skin has turned into a total nightmare, and I completely understand what you all went through as an oily, pimply faced tween. I have the worst breakout of my entire life, and it won’t go away. My face has been broken out since the end of December, and all attempts to clear it up have pretty much failed miserably. I’m not using anything new and different that would be aggravating my face. I’m making sure my make-up is completely gone off of my skin in the evenings – no lingering make-up or dirt left to cause problems. As far as I’m concerned, I’m doing everything right. So what gives?
I’m convinced it’s an internal issue. It’s covering my chin and jawline on both sides of my face. It’s all over my cheeks. And my forehead is nothing but tiny little zits. Some turn into white heads. Some are just little bumps that are sticking around like a visitor that has stayed well past his or her welcome. Some are cystic-like and extremely painful. I’ve tried my very best to not mess with any of it. I can sit in front of the mirror and pick my skin with the best of them. But it doesn’t seem to matter – picking or not – it’s not leaving anytime soon.
I’ve been doing a lot of research before deciding what to do. I’ve been to the dermatologist before, and after waiting around for hours to be seen (and in one case, not even seen. He walked in, barely looked at me, scribbled something on a notepad and left.) it never really provided a solution. Just a temporary band-aid fix. If you know me, I’m not big on band-aids. Figure out the root of the issue and fix it for good! I can tell you some wacky things have been going on with my monthly cycle over the past few months. So I’m leaning towards hormonal issues. So do I go see a gynecologist? But I’ve always had digestive issues. They run in the family. And I’m all about holistic care, so I’ve been reading that acupuncture may be a good place to start. I guess what I’m saying is this is all new to me, and I just don’t know where to begin. I’m in that crossroads of wanting to get this fixed and taken care of as soon as possible while my gut is telling me this is not going to be an easy road. It will be full of trial and error. I’m not looking forward to that. I’m too old for this. Too. Old.
And no, you can’t really tell in these photos. I’m vain. I can totally admit it. I had plans to show you the horribleness in all its glory, but I caved. I happen to be an expert when it comes to using make-up to cover anything. And by expert I mean I’ve tried everything under the sun until light burst from the heavens and something actually worked! After going to yoga this past Monday with my pizza face (a term my father coined so lovingly while growing up) for the world to see, I came out of the class and saw myself in the mirror and practically burst into tears. OK so I did burst into tears. Luckily my husband is used to my inappropriate tear bursting, and he allowed me to sniffle without comment. And yes, I am throwing myself a pity party, thank you very much. You’re more than welcome to join me. I could use some company other than my new, blemishy, pain in the ass face neighbors. If you have any tips, anything you’ve tried….if you’ve gone through this and came out the other end with success, I’d love to hear about it. Like I said in the beginning, I feel like everyone tip toes around the fact that acne may not pack its bags and leave you for good in your teens or 20’s. It’s real. And it’s here. And it sucks.