My battle with acne.
I think I was 11 or twelve when I had my first experience with
acne. At the time I didn’t really care. I was quite boyish to be honest. I
didn’t care about my looks or the way I dressed and I was definitely not using
any make up. It wasn’t until I started high school (where I live you start high
school at 12) that I started to care about the way I looked. Slowly I started
to chance. I had my first make up experience (mostly mascara only) and I
started to change the way I dressed. For the first time I started wearing
dresses and I became sort of girly in a way. Also when puberty hit I started to
be ashamed of my acne. But at that age I wasn’t the only one with that problem.
It wasn’t like the worst it can be but it was bad enough to make me feel very
insecure about myself.
