In the past week or so, I’ve slowly developed more zits on my face than I ever had in junior high and high school combined. I have this super smooth baby face, so anytime there’s something there that shouldn’t be, I notice it. I definitely notice it. And you can absolutely touch my silky face skin next time you see me. (Ew. Don’t.)
My mom used to hook me up with – oh, wait for it – Mary Kay products for me to wash my face in those puberty-riddled years, the real ones, not the “como curar el acné” Spanish knock-off acne cures. It was the whole nine yards, too. Gritty face mask, some lotiony wash type thing, and this liquid that may have been acid to burn off any blemishes. I don’t what it was, but I just know I would have much rather used Noxzema like all the commercials told me to do.
Maybe it’s part of me approaching middle-age. Although, that might explain the random black hair I found growing out of my cheek this morning. I tried to pull it out with my fingers and then it just curled up like a pubic hair. After about six minutes of scratch and yanking, it finally came out with a root the size of a mighty oak. Where the hell did that come from?
Point being it looks like I’m going to have to get back in the habit of actually washing my face with something besides the cheap ass soap I use every day. Although I knew if there were some alternative acne light treatment, I would not be opposed to giving that a go. It’d be like laser hair removal and be so much faster, I’m sure.