Acne Scars of UnderstandingPosted on September 30th, 2011
Picture via the talented Amanda Tipton – Creative Commons
I was in a Grand Opening in 8th grade.
8th grade was my Acne Grand Opening. I burst onto the zit-scene with a pimple on the tip of my nose the size of Cuba. It was so big that rumors spread throughout my school that I had a tumor. Which of course I didn’t deny, because while you can make fun of the kid with a giant pimple, the kid with the tumor is off-limits. So I lucked out.
As I entered into high school, acne remained my constant companion. The only difference between middle school and high school was that I now had two thousand people to make fun of me for it. And the tumor thing had run its course.
Acceptance is a weird concept when you hope no one looks you in the face. It’s hard to make friends when a good day is making it through unnoticed. Insecurity is a double edge sword: I desperately wanted to be noticed … while staying completely invisible. I can still hear my desperate self now, screaming out to God to remove my teenage leprosy. Year after year after year.
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