Acne is BEAUTY
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" Dedicated to all the acne girlies who think they're not beautiful."
And I'm not here to lecture you on what to do and not do. I know that we can't control acne, and whatever we try, it never seems to go away, which only makes us more frustrated.
So, I'M NOT GOING TO LECTURE YOU how to cure it because I know you've probably watched hundreds of YouTube videos on it already.
I'm here to relate to you guys and speak the reality. So Please don't judge a book by its cover.
This is a poetry-style story that describes the feeling of having acne.
ACNE IS A NORMAL THING, but we don't make it normal.
So in this story I'm describing acne in two parts:
1. How it feels like to have acne
2. What acne is teaching us
I know acne girlies will relate to it, but I also request CLEAR SKIN girls to read it so they can understand how we acne girlies feel. How we are lowkey jealous of clear skin girls, and we request that you clear skin girls also don't criticize us who have acne-prone skin. And
This is an acne awareness story, and I kindly request everyone to read it.
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