[Personal] I stopped going to this one class because this guy once pointed at my face and asked what is that

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And I was too embarrassed to tell him it's acne so I told him it's a bug bite. Of course I was furious afterward. Because, what the heck is wrong with having acne? And yep, I understand all this. I understand how rude he was, how it was none of his fucking business, how acne should not define me as a person or stop me from, well, life. And yet, since that day I've been hiding. Every morning I woke up and looked at my face and knew I had to fight against this beauty standard of having glass-clear skin and every morning was a struggle and sometimes I let it win and I ended up staying inside and hiding. Maybe it's because it's just easier sometimes to give in to the powerful force of social standard and to try to improve my skin and my acne so that I look easier to people I don't actually give a shit about. Maybe it's easier to believe that if I beat my skin into submission with toner, moisurizer and serum then everything would be OK. Maybe all of that is just easier than to actually fight and question why the heck I would need perfect skin anyway, or why the heck is acne somehow so unacceptable. Maybe it's just easier to be depressed and swim with the current of consumerism and self-improvement than to fight against it.
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