sábado, 21 de maio de 2016
Wrote this on my other blog.
Here I am, talking again about a subject that has filled quite a big amount of posts. The thing is, it's not over yet. I may continue writing about it but the bad feel I get when I look to myself in the mirror hasn't left. I'm 20 years old (on my way to 21) and my acne hasn't got any better - when I was 15 adults used to tell me 'when you grow up your acne will stop!'. I wanted to grow up so badly. And I grew but nothing changed, absolutely nothing. Pimples still come and I have an entire cheek full of scars that I try to describe them as 'war scars' but sometimes even saying that won't make me feel better. I feel like I've been tricked all along. That I'll have to face acne for more and more years, that I'll have to wear concealer and foundation every single day. That I'll have to hide my face for a job interview, for my wedding. It might sound ridiculous for people who have a beautiful and glowy skin but it's a normal fear, something that I think quite a lot. I love make up and as much as I try to see it as a way to make art, deep inside I just use it to hide myself. I don't use foundation because I freaking like it, I hate it. I use it because I have no choice.