Before anyone starts attacking me via their keyboard, allow me the opportunity to acknowledge that, unlike my title suggests, adult acne, more than likely, is not arbitrary in nature. I decided to use the title I did because it relates to me personally – I have adult acne, and the causes for my own acne are, in fact, arbitrary.
Acne is hard enough to grapple with when you’re a teenager, but I find it worse having acne as an adult. If anything, having acne when you’re in your teens is normal, and for the very few who are an exception to this rule, you’re more odd than not, really. Trust me, I envy anyone with clear skin, adult or teen, but speaking generally, you tend to stick out a wee bit if your skin is smoother than a baby’s ass when you’re going through puberty.
I started getting acne when I was in the ninth grade, and it hasn’t stopped ever since. There have been a few periods in time during which my skin has cleared up, almost completely, only to be ruined once more by the next onslaught of zits, ready for battle.
I am fairly certain the cause of my adult acne is a combination of my fucked up stomach and a plethora of digestive issues, and furthermore, hormone imbalance. The two are tied together as well, but in terms of blemishes, both, as separate issues, are enough to spur acne on a grown adult’s face. The reason I say the cause of my acne is arbitrary is because while my stomach and hormones are not helping, I will literally break out, badly, for no apparent reason. I wash my pillowcases frequently, I eat relatively well, and I’m pretty picky when it comes to skincare and makeup regarding comedogenic ingredients.
I’ve almost had to get to a point in which my acne doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, and it doesn’t make having acne as an adult woman any easier. My situation could always be worse, I realize, but any adult still experiencing acne will arguably agree with me in saying it really fucking blows.
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