Beauty Tips For Body Care
Hi, I'm Michaela. My second language is english, so sorry for mistakes. I'm curently 19 years old and I have acne. I have acne for over 10 years. Yes, it started when I was 9 years old. First 9 years of my acne it was horrible. Like, really, really horible. Cystic acne, angry, irritated cysts, dry patches, big, infected wounds – you name it, I had it. Scars, hyperpigmentation, huge pores. Now you may think – there will be happy end, yeah? No, it won't. I developed anxiety about my skin. Deppression. I didn't go makeup-free even in front of my mom. On school trips I din't even took it off. I cried all the time, covering my skin with more and more makeup – and was bullied because of it not being enough to cover it all. Bullied for 4 years of elementary school. Bullied by my sister, my mother, my friends. Everybody was like „wash your face“ or „disgusting, don't eat so much fat“ - so I didn't eat, and I washed my face. Up to 7 times a day. Then I got into skincare – and I listened to my dermatologist and my mum. My derm told me to use Benzoyl Peroxide 10% every day in thick layer and no moisturiser – my skin is oily, so it doesn't need one, you know? And she told me even worse things, put me on a strict diet and so on. My mother bought me everything commercials said will help. And I used it all. And because it was so much stuff I used one cream for about two days and then switched to another, waiting for miracle to happen. Then my derm said – you'll go on Accutane, highest dosage. And then it clicked – my kidneys and liver are ill, I can't, so why is she prescribing me this? It will destroy my internal organs. I could die. And, she said - „well, don't be so hysterical, it has no side effects“. Yes, no side effects. And then I didn't want to listen to her anymore. Simmilar thing happened with my mom, when she suggested birth control – I can't take these pills, mom. She ignored that. So I stopped listening to her advices too. And now I'm here. Student of economy, wanna-be molecular biologist, model student. And, I have acne. I have scars. I have hyperpigmentation. And guess what – nobody fucking cares. If someone cares, they are not the people I want to be with. If someone cares, I tell them to shut the fuck up and keep their insecurities to them. Because that's it. This simple. I put on moisturiser, I take care of my skin, but I know that at the end of the day, skin doesn't matter. Hair doesn't matter. Clothing doesn't matter. What actually helped me was making some change – trying to help the world, trying to go for the things I want and nothing else. Realising what is your own worth, that everything depends on your attitude. Yes, I have anxiety sometimes, but when I do, I just stand straight and show everybody that imperfections don't bother me – because they are okay. Wrinkles are okay, hyperpigmentation is okay, acne is okay, dry skin is okay.Nobody is perfect, but that's the way things are meant to be.So be kind to yourself and don't be sad because of your skin, because what's inside you is much more important than you think :) (insert a surgeon joke here)
Girls Blog 2015
Submitted by MikaMikaela
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