8-17 Personal Narrative Essay When I was in 10 grade I broke out with acne on my face and neck. I had the real deal not the regular everyday average teenage breakout, I got red cysts, pink cysts, purple cysts, whiteheads, and bumps full of puss all over. It was like wearing a mask of pimples. It didn’t help that I was six feet four inches tall and my head towers over my fellow classmates for all to see as I grudge through the hallways at school. My acne was very noticeable due to the hue of my pale white skin and the cold winter months making it redder. At my worst I would wake up with 3 or 4 new pimples everyday even though I was using proactive. I had a hard time dealing with everyone constantly staring or at least
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I would check my face in the mirror after every class. I became antisocial and barely left my house, I would see media ads and Instagram posts of people with clear skin and I would feel the pain in my stomach. I prayed for clear skin to just to be normal. I waited for the day to wake up and be clear and imagining myself flourishing socially. I feel that Acne is harder on guys we don’t have makeup or anything to conceal it and are expected to be unaffected by our looks and maintain the manly “tough nothing can hurt us” stereotype which I did for the public eye but in my head my mindset and confidence was hurting bad and still hasn’t recovered 2 years later. Going through this during high school was what made it so tough on me. I had to sit in a classroom require by law with 30 other kids who in my head had their lives together and were problem less while I nervously and awkwardly sat pimple covered feeling judged for 45 minutes until I could check in the mirror and enter the next class for the same thing to happen. I finally made it to the dermatologist during my 10th grade winter break. I got Accutane the strongest drug you can get for acne. My acne was so severe regular creams and washes wouldn’t work. It came down to taking a large dose of the most extreme
I would check my face in the mirror after every class. I became antisocial and barely left my house, I would see media ads and Instagram posts of people with clear skin and I would feel the pain in my stomach. I prayed for clear skin to just to be normal. I waited for the day to wake up and be clear and imagining myself flourishing socially. I feel that Acne is harder on guys we don’t have makeup or anything to conceal it and are expected to be unaffected by our looks and maintain the manly “tough nothing can hurt us” stereotype which I did for the public eye but in my head my mindset and confidence was hurting bad and still hasn’t recovered 2 years later. Going through this during high school was what made it so tough on me. I had to sit in a classroom require by law with 30 other kids who in my head had their lives together and were problem less while I nervously and awkwardly sat pimple covered feeling judged for 45 minutes until I could check in the mirror and enter the next class for the same thing to happen. I finally made it to the dermatologist during my 10th grade winter break. I got Accutane the strongest drug you can get for acne. My acne was so severe regular creams and washes wouldn’t work. It came down to taking a large dose of the most extreme