Zits. There, I said wrote it. It’s an ugly word, whether spoken or written. That simple word can evoke gagging, undo years of therapy, or - in my case - drive a grown woman to the mall to hunt down that new Proactiv vending machine.
I know, it isn’t October anymore and I should let go of my birthday, but… I just turned 35 and I can’t stand the fact that acne commercials with squeaky little pre-teens command my attention. “Quiet kids, your mom wants to hear this!”
When I was a junior and senior in high school, I had quite the bout with acne. It was mostly on my forehead (thanks Aquanet) and upper cheeks. I ended up taking some oral meds and found that Proactiv was the shizzle.
I turned 35 on Saturday and on Sunday I made a mad-dash to the mall to get me summa dat Proactiv… “Hormonal” takes on a whole new meaning when one is double 17.5 years old… it’s a whole different beast…
Oh, and I have bratheths. Oh. My. Gah. Gag me with a thspoon.
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