My Senior year of High School, a little bastard that goes by the name of acne decided to play a role in my life, a big one at that, one could even say it stole the lead.
In a matter of a mere month, it had conquered my face, taking my self-confidence along with it. I would wake up in the mornings, look into the mirror, and just stare.
Making eye contact with myself, I would over analyze every part of my impaired skin, and every day come to the same conclusion… “I am disgusting.”
Once I could stare no longer at my ugliness, I would apply concealer and foundation thick enough that I felt like I could show myself in public. Not even my father knew what I looked like without an artificial skin. I was so embarrassed, and felt so repulsive.