Personal Narrative : An Iranian American
my Iranian family, but also strive to help improve my adopted home, my beloved United States.
Everyone has their demons, and for a while, my demon was self confidence. I disliked my skin, and so I disliked myself.
From the moment I entered high school, I struggled with acne. It started off slowly at first, with a couple of whiteheads here and there, before becoming progressively worse. Whiteheads turned into cysts that would turn into scars, marking my face permanently.
For someone who had never