I was 12 when acne gradually took over my life. I wanted to share with you my story and hopefully help at least one of you out. Everybody deals and suffers with things differently but if this post helps any of you at all then I’m glad. I didn’t have the worst acne in the world but I wanted to share with you how it made me feel and how it affected me.
I think my acne started around when I was 12, at first I thought its a couple of spots everybody gets them right? but they became inflamed and sore, soon my mum began to notice more appearing . To begin with it was mainly across my upper back, along my shoulders but over time it spread to my chest and face. The more I realised that I was getting more and more spots, the more fustrated I became.
At first I went to school thinking it was normal and nobody would think twice about it, I was mostly right not many did think twice about it but there were the few who did. I was called names, some people made jokes about my spots and laughed at me. This made my self confidence lower and I became even futher and futher fustrated with myself. I wouldn’t kick off in school about being made fun of, but my feelings of anger and hurt had to come out somewhere… I became very self-concious and very insercue, because of the acne on my back I wouldn’t buy any clothes that showed off my back or chest. I wouldn’t like getting changed for PE lessons in case somebody pointed out my red- angry spots on my back. I brought makeup to try and hide it. At school I constantly thought are they starring at my spots on my face or do I need to hide more of my spots. I became obessed with my skin, and was convinced nobody liked me becasue my skin was bumpy. Acne truely began to rule my life.
I became an extremly angry person at home, and looking back now I think why did I do that to my family and why did I get so angry. I would find that the tinyest things used to set me off and I didn’t think about my family, I only thought of myself. I don’t know why it made me so angry but I can honestly tell you I hated being so angry with everybody, but the truth was I think I was only ever really angry with myself.
In the end I ended up getting medical treatment for my acne and tried various different creams and tablets and finally now my skin is beginning to clear. My parents and sister could all see that my acne was getting me down, they helped my so much to gain confidence. I posted a photo on my Instagram last year with the caption, I may not have the perfect skin but that won’t stop me smiling. This was the first time in years that I had posted a photo with no makeup, I was fed up of hiding it to try and please others I finally had the confidence to go bare faced. (Actually this is one of the only photos I’ve got with my acne without makeup on)
Today I still struggle with my acne on my back, I find it difficult to wear binikins as it shows some of my scarring and spots. Sometimes I’ll wake up and think my back is ichy today. Acne shouldn’t control our lives and I hope anybody suffering with acne can relate to this post. Be happy and never forget you are wonderful no matter what.