Feeling Better
A couple of days ago, I was just a tad upset about not seeing improvement in my nodular acne. I cried many tears; the puffy eyes and red nose did NOTHING to improve my appearance. I got over my little pity party and resumed my skin care regimen.
It was still heard looking into the mirror, but I had to think about how my labor would pay off in the future. I have made time to wash my face as I should and use the recommended toners and creams. It did not add that much time to my getting ready in the mornings. I have decided to do my evening care as soon as I get home. This way I can’t use the excuse of falling asleep before doing it. I think after a week of this, it will become routine. At least, that’s what I hope.
Today, a certain young man, handsome young man, in my office told me I look different. Of course, I instantly thought my acne had finally turned me into a hideous beast. I cracked some joke about my face being an undiscovered chain of volcanoes; lame humor is how I cope with this. He gave me a sympathy chuckle, but said that it wasn’t that. He said, in all honesty, he had noticed a while back that my skin was looking pretty good, but it was my overall appearance that had changed. He said I looked less sad and more confident. I guess ending my pity party was a move in the right direction.