A pox, I say!
I suffer (suffer) from cystic acne, which is why this post is mercifully devoid of pictures. At least, my dermatologist says it's "cystic acne"; I think more that I suffer from "mini volcanoes that pop up randomly", but I guess that doesn't have the same ring. Wait. It has a better ring. Who names these things, anyway? One of these volcanoes has popped up randomly on my forehead. These things are huge (I'm talking inch diameter), and last for several days. So I get to walk around with a big target on my head for a week or so. Very, very embarrassing. It got me thinking. I've seen those pictures, just saw one recently, about women in other cultures who are mutilated for simple things we take for granted here in America. All they did was stand up for themselves- sometimes it wasn't even in a particularly overt way- and now they are horribly scarred for life. (again, no pictures- these are as easily found as cystic acne photos). And here I am, crabbing about a zit??? I feel horribly selfish about all this. AND YET... every time I look in the mirror, this thing is there staring back and mocking me.... and I feel horribly self-conscious all over again, to boot. So now I feel twice as bad! And then I feel three times as bad for spending this much time thinking about it!! Argh! But now I'm wondering... is it actually okay if I'm stressing about this? Granted, vanity is one of the seven deadly sins or something like that; at any rate, it's frowned upon in our society. But then again, it's glorified at the same time. And we're programmed, to an extent, by nature to judge people's worthiness by their appearance. Or at least their mateability. I've already got a mate who I am happy with, but how many people out there don't appreciate approval from others (of either sex), even when they already have someone who's going to tell them they look great no matter what? (And I do. Great job, hon. Keep up the good work. Go get 'em, champ). I guess what I'm saying is that, all things considered, perhaps vanity may be in some way justifiable. But it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. Go away, zit! GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY! I'll shut up now.
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