Sunday, March 29, 2009

Dear Acne,

This has been a long time coming. I don't want to come straight out and tell you to get lost, because well, you've been around for quite some time and although I loathe you, I am also very good at pretending you're not even there. So most of the time I just ignore you and forget you exist and I realize that is no way to continue a relationship.

Acne, the time has come to just give it up. I am twenty-six years old, damn it! Back when puberty set it you were almost a welcome irritation. You made me realize that my hormones had really kicked into overdrive and I was well on my way to becoming a full blown woman, not to mention an angst rattled teen. I did my best to prevent your unscheduled appearances, say right before a date or a public speaking assignment. I tried to cover you up and only made myself look like the victim of a random pancake batter assault. Too much foundation and concealer, oh no. Not good. I popped you. Oh how I popped you. I spent hours in front of the mirror trying to rid myself of your existence. It was hopeless I know, but I held out, thinking that one day you'd grow tired of me and disappear for good.

But you haven't. And I'm starting to get pissed. Your days are numbered acne. Get a head start cause war will be waged. With or without the fabulous skin care kit up for grabs over at A Bun's Life.


  1. I had put you in for two entries....thanks for commiserating with me!! It's nice to know I am not the only one!!


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