Acne-Shmacknee.

Today someone told me she admired my facial complexion. For most of my life "admired" might not have been the word of choice to describe my face thanks to my acne...

ACNE (ac-ne): the mountainous atrocity that tends to bubble and burst on the most prominent and visible places on a person's face.

Sometimes a definition just isn't enough so I create new words to give more meaning to things... ACNasty, I want to smACNE my face for looking so gross, I think my ACNEeds ProAvtive.

My acne came earlier than anyone elses, which was devestating as a ten year old.  My mom let me start my makeup journey in middle school but I never "painted the house" correctly and ended up looking like a vampire or a dead person most of the time. I gave up on makeup eventually, or at least discovered how to use it in moderation.

For some reason it left about three years ago. And I hope it never comes back. Cinderella was so concerned with getting to the ball and I didn't even care about the ball, I just wanted my face to clear up by the touch of some Fairy-god-mother wand wave. It's ironic because once I really stopped caring, it stopped intruding on my face.

 I get the occasional blemish, but I don't even remember what I looked like with a spotted face. And unfortunately I don't have a picture for you of my ghostly middle school years, but maybe someday I'll dig one up and embarrass myself by posting it here for all to see.

So whether you have it still, you bypassed it completely (and for that we all hate you), or you think you have finally stepped out of the "Acne Arena", here's to acne, and every time it has "ruined" our lives. And here's to focusing on putting a smile on our faces and genuineness in our hearts, because those things bypass all things pimples in the end.