The Moment of Freedom

I used to constantly put my hands on my face to hide a section of my face. I have the impression that everyone is staring at my face and that they are even making direct comments about it.

I used to think, If a new pimple grew on my skin, friends would comment on it, and I would want to flee and hide.

My teacher in university once inquired if I was doing anything for my skin. She also had a handful of spots, but I couldn't believe she would ask that. You don't just approach someone and ask if they're doing anything for their skin???

I have to clarify that you really should trust my word for it when I mention that acne is not something to be laughed at. I see people with beautiful skin in images without any filter on Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter, Instagram, and other social media platforms. I can't help but believe that one of my goals in life should be to get rid of my acne. Since I developed acne, I haven't looked in the mirror and remarked, "Wow, I have a great complexion," or "Omg, my skin looks vibrant." I'm always looking in the mirror, criticizing my face and how horrible it's gotten.

After experiencing acne, I assume one of the things that upset me the most is that I no longer believe in compliments.

I'm afraid that my acne will never go away and that the scars will remain on my face for the rest of my life. I'm so scared that having acne is something I'll never be able to get rid of, and I'll have to continue to cope with it. I'm just terrified that I'll give up attempting to help my face recover from its acne problem one day.

I'd been grieving for days and nights because of the pimples on my face. I cried because I've tried so many treatments and medications, and none has helped. I called since I'd been to the dermatologist several times. Still, the benefits of previous treatments, such as Benzoyl Peroxide, only delayed the inevitable before the pimples reappeared, ruining my hopes for a cure. I cried because I believed that there would be nothing that could help me with my acne.

I've been on medicines, contraceptives, and spironolactone again. I've tried eating well and drinking plenty of water, yet my acne persists.

Acne has had a mental impact on me, causing me to be depressed and unwilling to go out. I try to go outside without makeup more often, but it's still tricky. Although I've no control over my acne, I feel that people will always criticize me since I have it.

Considering acne is more frequent in middle school, I felt like having my acne worsen as an adult harmed me more than having acne in middle school. Everyone I know doesn't seem to care for their skin or even cleanse it, and most don't have pimples, so it's not a struggle for them.

I spent a lot of money and saw a lot of doctors and naturopaths over four years, but there was very little change.

I spent so much time trying to discover a natural solution that I finally gave up since it was taking over my life. I was on the verge of losing my job due to sadness brought on by my acne.

It was a moment of freedom for me when I joined a community where everyone was dealing with acne issues, and it was pretty helpful to me. Acne is a natural component of our appearance. Not only did I once stop in a toy store and see a doll with a dark complexion, freckles, and scratches on her face, but a 10-year-old girl was requesting her mother to allow her to buy the same doll, which made me very pleased. After such insight, I realized that It is crucial to quit fighting my skin with 15 different products, simplify my practice, and get out of my head. Meanwhile, my mother was my strongest supporter; she held me when I wept and consistently understood. I'm not sure how I would be done if it hadn't been for her.

My advice to fellow acne sufferers is to let go of the impulse to fix their skin because it will make you feel a whole lot better. Look at what you can contribute to the world, and this approach will help you rediscover yourself after battling acne. And trust me, people who are sincere with you will love you forever.