Bacne

Gross. Really. But it’s not your fault. Or my fault for that matter. And neither is chestne, while we’re on the subject. It just happens. I never judged anyone with acne, I really didn’t; I felt bad for them kind of, because what can we really do about our skin when it goes haywire? It’s not that it’s embarrassing, because we all notice it more on ourselves than on other people, it’s just that wouldn’t it be easier to not have pimples? Well, now there’s ProActiv and that whole Neutrogena system and famous people to admit yes, they have acne too! and so on, but what if you can’t afford those? Man, I’m lucky to have escaped my adolescence as well as I did. I do remember when my mum bought me a bar of that orange Neutrogena soap and subtly put it in my bathroom—so, what are you saying, Ma?

Now, it all seems to be catching up with me during this whole pregnancy thing. This one enormous zit likes to rotate between sides of my chin, so as soon as it starts to sort of fade from the left it appears full force on the right. In addition, as wedding season approaches, my back and chest have begun sprouting little white-headed enemies. Bastards! But can pregnant ladies use or take any kinds of drugs? Of course not! So instead of salicylic acid-ing those uglies I have to make up other ways to zap them (and maybe cheat a little with some benzoyl peroxide spot treatment if anyone else is going to have to look at me—Hubby must apply of course).

Ps. Do NOT Google bacne