Zits!

I am so sick of having zits. It has been over a decade now and I’ve decided I’m just done with them. We have a long horrible history together and now as I approach the closing years of my twenties, I would really like to abolish their existence once and for all. This weekend was full of big events and changes that required much of my time and attention, and ultimately stress which inevitably led to zits. One in particular decided it wanted a lot of attention. The size is unnatural, the throbbing leads me to believe that it has its own circulatory system, and I imagine its own solar system as well. While I no longer act like the teenager I once was, refusing to go out when it got too bad to face myself in the mirror, trying every “cure” and cream imaginable, I admit that sometimes what’s showing on the outside still hurts me a bit inside too.

My daughter is obsessed with checking her face every day to make sure she doesn’t have any “pimples” as she politely calls them. When I’m dressed and ready for the day, perhaps even having done my hair and make-up, I can always count on her to tell me how pretty I look, “even though you have pimples Mommy, you still look pretty. I can hardly see them.” Right.

The summer is usually my friend. Even though I’ll be sweating more, the sun seems to scare the zits away for the time being. Siblings of mine have had to use the hard-core drug Accutane to rid themselves permanently of zits, and since I’ve been pregnant and breast-feeding for what feels like half my life, I haven’t even given the harshness of the drug and the reality of finality much thought. But when you have grown a second brain on your chin, thinking is unavoidable. Ughhhhh!