I have a zit on the side of my nose. I'll spare you the photograph, but, suffice to say, it's one of those under the surface buggers that hurts like hell and you can't even squeeze to hurry along because it's so far buried. (Yes, I'm not above picking.)
Although even as a grown-up I've never had perfect skin, this particular zit is bringing back memories of my teenage years. While, looking back, I didn't have acne as bad as some people did, at the time I thought it was tragic.
Age has fortunately given me perspective, and now I can laugh about it....
...all the silly remedies...Japanese sand scrub, funky smelling homemade masks, no chocolate, no soda...
...the time my baby brother told a caller that I couldn't come to the phone because I was dabbing Clearasil on my face...he was 7 and thought it was hilarious, fortunately it was only my aunt--but I didn't know that until later!
...the time a friend--who was ordinarily actually a nice person--commented that both I and a boy that I liked had matching zits....
Ahhh, good times, good times...I'm laughing my ass off, really....
Anyone else want to commiserate with a good zit story?
