Picture via the talented Amanda Tipton – Creative Commons
I was in a Grand Opening in 8th grade.
Sort of.
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.
Sort of.
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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Just wanted to say your post at POTSC greatly encouraged me and I even used an excerpt of your post in my latest blog post. You can find it here: http://thomasmarkzuniga.com/2011/10/struggle-sunday-fear-of-man/
Thanks so much. Much love. All the best.
– Tom
Thank you Tom. It’s been a pleasure to meet you these last few weeks. Great post on your end. Well said!
I could not have thought of a better way to snap oneself out of a victimisation mentality.
Thank you for posting such an encouraging article on a very sensitive topic!
Thank you Jacqui for the compliment and encouragement. I seriously never, ever thought I would be writing about something that was so painful. So glad to see now the redemption and beauty emerge from something I felt was so ugly.
Good post!
I recommend Dermapen for acne scars available at Physician Skincare Centre.
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