Instead of boring pictures of pill boxes, I will let images of the gorgeous Barbara Palvin fulfill your viewing pleasure
Growing up, I never had acne. I was always that clear-faced teenager people envied. I was even slightly cruel to those suffering hormonal tidal-waves - calling them names and suggesting they should wash their face better. I used to think acne was caused by a lack of hygiene. How naive and stupid I was! Karma came and bit me in the butt around my late high school years. In the last and final year of school my face erupted like Mount Vesuvius and left me bumpy purple scars all around my chin and cupid's bow. I felt ugly, un-feminine and psychologically crowding more space than I should, because, you know, cystic acne is huge and protrudes from you face like unwanted galactic planets.
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