My skin was almost flawless throughout my teens. So it was a rude shock to hit 20 and abruptly descend into full-scale acne. Suddenly, awfully, I had it all. Whiteheads. Blackheads. Huge, painful, headless cysts sitting just below the skin. Scabs and scarring.
I felt revolting.
One day, a jerk in a bar made a crack about my “pizza chin”, driving a dagger straight through my self-esteem. The next week I booked myself into the doctor and got straight on the birth control pill. My skin cleared up within weeks and, considering the problem solved, I carried on with life.
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