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A red bump had appeared overnight on the bridge of my nose, and I had no idea what it was.
To the guy in Whole Foods who told me I should try Proactiv: Thanks for your advice.
To my dear friend who asked if I was warm because my entire face was bright red: No, it's just my acne.
To the girl in my history class who said my chin looked like it really hurt: It really, really did.
Yep, I'm a senior in college, and I was "supposed" to grow out of my bad skin years ago. I remember staring at my 8-year-old self, two inches from a mirror in a hotel room during a family vacation to Montreal.
My roommate and I were super close, so she noticed when I randomly started taking medicine and asked if I was sick, or if she could do anything to help.
I didn't want to admit that I was going to ridiculous lengths to clear my skin because it felt like such a first world problem.I felt guilty and embarrassed, so I hid it from her.But I didn't truly freak out until the summer I turned 17: I was a camp counselor at the same camp I went to when I was little, and working there was my dream job. But one day, my favorite camper asked me why I always had mosquito bites all over my face. I remember thinking that if a 9-year-old was onto my bad skin, then so was everyone my age.I had literally never gotten a mosquito bite on my face and knew immediately she was asking about my acne. After that, I insisted on getting more aggressive acne medicine: Whenever I went to the derm, they'd ask me to rank how good or bad my skin was that day.Even if I thought it was a really good day, I'd tell them it was a bad one, hoping they'd prescribe me stronger creams for my face.I first started taking pills and not just using creams to help clear my skin during my freshman year of college.