I don’t suppose it’s any sort of huge revelation that acne can affect ones self esteem. I myself suffer with acne – I must admit it’s on the milder end of the scale, but most of the time I have some sort of active breakout. I’m in my mid 20’s now and it doesn’t seem to have let up.
Over the years I’ve learnt as much as is possible the tricks for covering it with make up, most people never see me without make-up, although I go for a natural look – the no make up, make up as much as possible.
I – as ashamed as I am to admit it – flip through photos of me, and edit out any severe breakouts with Photoshop. It’s daft really, in the pictures I’m having a great time, with wonderful friends… but if my skin is bad I will instantly dislike the photo!
The reason I’m writing about this is because this week my perception of my bad skin was really challenged. Someone who has had quite a significant role in my life for the past 4 years said to me, when I brought the topic up, “I didn’t know you had acne”….I’m sure I went slack-jawed, and stared on with a look of bewilderment. As I stressed how much of an issue my acne was she persisted, she’d never noticed, and thought I had nice skin!
I guess beauty really is something that comes from the inside – and people see right past your physical ‘imperfections’ and just see beautiful you.