How I learned to accept my acne—and why you should, too
I started getting acne when I was in elementary school. I had little red spots on my face long before any of my friends or classmates did—and it didn't go unnoticed. I vividly remember having conversations and feeling the person's eyes staring intensely at my blemish of the week—whether it be on my forehead, my cheek or my chin—instead of listening to what I was saying.
This made me feel uncomfortable, of course, but despite that, I never let it get the best of me. You know why? My mother always told me my physical appearance doesn’t define who I am. And guess what? She was right. And *your* outer appearance doesn’t define who *you* are either.
I know that notion is challenging to accept, especially because the world tells us what's beautiful and what’s not. Take one look at any skincare or makeup advertisement or many of the selfies on Insta and you probably won't find much acne. But take it from me: acne is normal. A little bit louder for the people in the back. Acne. Is. Normal! Everyone gets it (yes, even your favorite celebs, your older cousin that you look up to and you crush), and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your imperfections.
In fact, I challenge you not just to accpet your imperfections, but to own 'em, too. Every morning, I want you to tell yourself, “I am beautiful just the way I am. I am worthy of love and respect. I will love who I am today.”
You are so much more than your pretty face, which—say it with me—is beautiful with or without acne!
Comment down below and tell us something you love about yourself that has nothing to do with what you look like