Severely depressed by the state of my acne this morning. It seems like no matter what I do, no matter how carefully I use my supposedly top-of-the-line miracle-working Proactiv, a pizza face I am and a pizza face I seem to ever remain. I know, I know, I'm shallow and with no sense of perspective. People with real problems I'm sure are simply falling all over themselves with sympathy for me. *eye roll.* Even my mother, my gorgeous, practically perfect mother, who was a size two well into her fifties, all her life had but one real flaw in her appearence and it was epically bad skin. Guess I inherited more than just pleasant features from her. Also, count your blessings, Phoebe, you ungrateful cow-- isn't it enough to be pretty and thin, you need to have perfect skin too?
Now I'm kind of disgusted with myself. I still fucking hate my acne, though. I'm vain, shallow, and encrusted with boils. Feeling great about myself now.
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Date: 2009-10-15 02:55 pm (UTC)I've struggled with acne (yes, on top of the psoriasis - whee!) all of my life. I get acne semi-regularly even now, and I'm definitely out of the age range where it's considered common. While I'm more self-conscious about the psoriasis on my face when it happens, I still don't like feeling bumpy, red or pock-marked.
Just because you are slim and attractive doesn't mean you don't have the right to feel uncomfortable about something you don't like about your appearance.
Also? You're still pretty.
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Date: 2009-10-15 03:19 pm (UTC)