We had every kind of fall weather yesterday. I woke up to a hazy, cool morning. Dressed for the day as the clouds gathered and the sky grew overcast. Sipped my tea through a thunderstorm. Worked while the strong, gusty wind stirred the clouds away. Then ran some business errands in the balmy early evening sunshine. This unpredictable weather seems to create a perfect pathetic fallacy with what’s going on with my skin lately.
Nearing the end of my late twenties, I though I had finally figured out my unique skin type as the sometimes severe acne I had lived with since I was 11 started to clear. My complexion would experience good and bad days, but the bad days were getting fewer and farther between.
Having spent more than half of my life with bad skin, I don’t often let breakouts get me down or shake my confidence. The past few weeks, however, have created the perfect storm on my face. I did a big outdoor market with lots of dirt, sweat and stress, I started using a really good serum again after letting my routine lapse a few weeks and had to go through the purge again, and I got PMS pimples all at the same time. My face is such a mess that I’ve wanted to stay inside and hide until it heals. But this isn’t me, this isn’t what I do. Acne is normal. If I can go out, live my life, meet up with friends, do a photoshoot and not try to hide or cover up and just one young girl or boy sees that it’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about, I’ve done my good deed for the day.
Sweater Old Navy
Skirt ModCloth
Rain Shoes ModCloth
All photos by me *in good light that makes my skin look way better*.
