Hello there, adult acne.
Hope all is well.
Nope that was a lie.
Because I sincerely HATE YOU.
You are the worst kind of swole.
The kind of swole I can maybe tolerate:
The kind of swole I no longer have the wherewithal to tolerate:
I don't mean to burst your bubble.
But no one invited you.
You've been at this party since like 10.
AND YOU WERE AT MY PARENT'S PARTY TOO??
I wash my face.
I mean I don't wash it like this^ because no one does.
I eat right and exercise.
But I guess that doesn't matter to you.
This could be us.
But instead, I have pimps all over my face.
But that's not all!!!
You also show up on my chest and back and arms and butt (←which, HOW?).
View this video on YouTube
But you will not win.
What is a pimple to my soul?
NOTHING.
A lot of other people also have acne.
I can cover you up with makeup if I want to.
Or I can ditch the makeup if I want to.
All that matters is that I feel good about myself, regardless of how much real estate you have on my face or body.
Because I am not my pimples.
Warmest regards!!!!!
