I’ve decided to speak to you about my skin, the problems I have faced and how I am trying to solve them.
I must admit I was a little apprehensive about posting this, but then I thought it might help someone in my position, so here goes…
(You might want to sit down, and grab a cup of tea)
First of all I’m going to give you a little background about me, and my skin. For as long as I can remember I have battled with my skin. If you were to ask me the last time my skin was clear, and spot free, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. It has bothered me for well over 8 years.
In comparison to others my skin is probably nowhere near the worst it could be, however I do think people underestimate the impact acne has on you. Throughout my teens I always had spots, mostly on my chin. At the time I was told by the doctor that these were hormonal, and would likely disappear when I came out of that “awkward puberty phase’.
They didn’t disappear, and slowly I developed spots on my cheeks, forehead and around my neck. (Attractive right?) Going to and from the doctor I was given various pills, creams and lotions to try. Nothing seemed to work, and this cycle continued for many years.
It is hard for me to explain how this made me feel, without coming across vain. But it’s not that at all. Having spots on my face was all I thought about, all of the time. I felt that if someone was talking to me, they were just staring at my spots. I have avoided going out, taking photos on trips and sleeping over friends houses all because I feel embarrassed and ashamed. All my friends are stunning; they don’t wear make-up because they don’t need to. Whereas I would have to cover up my spots just to answer the door.
Last year I went back to a doctor, and when I explained to her how I felt, she didn’t seem to understand. She made me feel like a fool for ‘bothering her’ with this issue. She seemed cold and abrupt, making me feel like I was just being vain. For a few months I just thought that was it, there was nowhere else to go and I just bottled my feelings inside…
Fast-forward to December and I had had enough. I couldn’t bottle up how I felt anymore and went back to see a different doctor. I took my mum with me for support, but as soon as I started speaking to the doctor I just burst into tears. All these years of emotion just came out. Looking back I feel like a total lemon for crying in front of him, but I just couldn’t help it! Thankfully he was understanding, and immediately referred me to a dermatologist.
This is where the next part of the journey begins…