Here we are a mere 17 days until the wedding.
Okay, I had to pause for a moment of panic, but I'm okay now. A mere 17 days until the wedding.
I've lost my train of thought.
Right. I'm covered in pimples. Zits. Acne. Breakouts. Pizza face.
Since my teens, I had problems with acne. I went on Accutane twice. Nothing. Finally, about 2 years ago I went on a dose that would cure the acne of an entire chess team and I was free. Nothing major for years. A few here and there, but nothing major.
Fast forward to this spring and summer. I have had a fairly healthy share of stress and things (otherwise known as "shit to do"). I figured a few zits was normal. And then this last month came. Oh August, you are a hateful beast. Between the constant rain, the excrutiating heat and the OMG I am so stressed right now things, I have broken out in little teeny bumpy zits. All over my forehead. One on the bridge of my nose. One on my chin. I am a mess.
Did I mention I will be having 2 days worth of professional pictures focused solely on my face? (Yeah, and The Guy too. Whatever.) Extreme closeups of my face? Oh the joys.
Not only am I going to be paranoid about my facial scars showing up, but I have new zits. I knew it was likely, but I'm not happy about it. I plan to cover my face in zit remedy (no, not the band from Degrassi) and hope for the best.
So, I'll see you in 17 days. I'll be the one with the bag over my head.