This is part Flashback Friday, part current. When I was in junior high, I had a small cluster of zits on my cheek. At the time I thought it was the most embarrassing thing ever. Now when I look at photos, I can barely even see them. I went to the dermatologist who wanted to inject medicine into them. Literally faced with a needle, I freaked out, so he instead gave me a sample of Retin-A which after a period of time did clear everything up. However, about a few weeks before eighth grade graduation, I developed a giant zit that just wouldn't go away. At my junior high, the boys wore sports jackets and nice pants and the girls wore knee length white dresses for graduation. I was really excited about getting dressed up and quite upset about the zit, so this time I let the dermatologist drain it. It barely hurt, and the zit was almost instantly gone.
My body problem was having a gigantic chest; even in high school I was fortunate not to have had a big problem with acne In the rare instances that I had a zit or two that just wouldn't go away, I went back to the dermatologist. I haven't thought too much about acne since then.
The other night my moms group had a meeting on plastic surgery. I really didn't want to go since after having a breast reduction I'm done with plastic surgery. However, neither of the co-leaders could make it, and they wanted a past co-leader to run the meeting. I agreed to do it. The meeting was a lot better than I expected it would be, and I was glad that I went to it. The doctor spent a large amount of time talking about ways to do preventive care for skin, such as choosing and using the right sunscreen and moisturizer. When he turned to talking about acne, he asked if anyone had used Retin-A. I had a quick flashback to my teenage years. Just as quickly, I felt intense relief that I no longer have to deal with acne. It's been years since I can remember having a zit. I put my hand back on my chin and listened to the rest of the meeting.
It's really no surprise then, that I woke up yesterday morning with a zit on my chin. Pride really does go before a fall.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: No one is ever entirely done with zits.
Gah! I wish I could say I can't remember having a zit in a long time. I still have zits quite often. My mom just said that she recently stopped having zits. Great. She's 60.
Zits really are forever. This week I've had a line of them around the base of my jaw... driving me nuts. Of course the more I try to do something about them the worse they get.
It's funny you mention this, because I used to have terrible skin when I was growing up. I remember the dermatologist telling me "when you're 21 you won't have zits anymore." But, 2 rounds of Accutane and umpteen creams later I STILL have zits and it seems worse than ever. My hair is turning grayer, yet, I can't bounce the red pimples on my cheek.
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Nope, it's just a sad fact of life. I had the chest issue, too, in high school. Still do. I might write you some time about your surgery.