Acne. Who knew a four-letter word I encountered as a pre-pubescent teen would continue to haunt me well into my 30s?
While I was fortunate enough to have minimal breakouts throughout my teenage years (and distinctly recall wondering why acne was perceived as such a scary thing), that all changed when I entered my 20s.
It was like all the acne I should've had in my teen years caught up with me and I was riddled with constant breakouts. With lots of trial and error I managed to get my breakouts under control and was pleasantly surprised at how clear my skin became when I got pregnant with my first baby at 25.
Naively, I thought my clear skin would continue on after pregnancy, and for the most part it did, with only the occasional pre-Aunt Flo hormonal breakouts. However, my bout with clear skin was short-lived and my skin broke out badly when I fell pregnant with my second at 28.
The products I had on hand could not keep my pregnancy breakouts at bay and once again I found myself on a journey of trial and error until I found the combination that kept my skin clear. Little did I know my new combination for clear skin would be rendered useless when I tipped into the new decade.
At first, I didn’t notice my breakouts were getting worse, as my skin slowly adjusted to the fact I was no longer in my 20s. Each month I would breakout just before Aunt Flo’s arrival but it was always manageable. However, two months ago I woke up to three giant, sore, under-the-skin pimples, only days before a pretty important event.
I immediately went on the offensive and bought a mountain of products to slather myself with, in hopes those soon-to-be-volcanic pimples would melt away. Unfortunately, I was out of luck and they erupted the day before. (Have you ever put makeup on a freshly erupted pimple? It is *not* a vibe.)