11 Jun Learning to Love your Scars
When you hit puberty a lot of things start to change. All of a sudden that boy or girl that you used to find really annoying becomes less annoying. In fact, you might even start to find them attractive. Your body also changes as well. If you’re a boy, your voice starts to get deeper, you start to gain a little bit more muscle, and you start to get taller. If you’re a girl, your hips become more pronounced, your chest gets a little bit heavier, and your baby fat starts to go away. These are some of the good parts about puberty, but there are also some less than favorable aspects. And one of those things happens to be acne.
If you were lucky, your face stayed clear during your teenage years, but if you were like most of us out there, then those nasty little bumps started breaking out all over your face. And it always seemed like they would pop up at the most inopportune moments. When you had your first date with your crush, your face was a cesspool of pimples. And when you had to take important pictures for the yearbook, for a dance, or for your driver’s license, you could bet that those dots would appear. However, this side effect of getting older usually wore off by the time you left high school, and you never had to worry about a stray pimple again. That is, unless you suffer from adult acne.
Being a full grown adult and still having a face that’s riddled with acne can be a bit worrisome (trust me, I know). If you thought it was bad having it when you were sixteen, try imagining what it would be like if you still had it ten years later. At least when you were a teen you were supposed to have it and you could take comfort in the fact that everyone around you had it and that you would grow out of it one day, but that’s not the case when you reach adulthood. You’re no longer like everyone else. You’re the odd one out, and you have to also accept the fact that this is what it’s going to be like forever. And that fact can be made even worse if you get keloids, like I do. For anyone who doesn’t know, keloids are scar tissue that rise up and leave permanent bumps in its place. So each and every time I get a new pimple, I just have to cross my fingers and hope that the scar it leaves behind remains a scar and doesn’t end up turning into a keloid.
Now, even though it may seem like I’m complaining a lot about my skin, just know that I’ve come a long way. I used to find these blemishes hideous. I would look into the mirror and see a female version of the elephant man staring back, but over time this feeling has lessened (quite a lot). I can look at myself in the mirror and see the scars for what they are. They’re just another part of me. I don’t think negatively about my nose or my ears, or my lips, or anything else on my face, so I shouldn’t think that way about my acne either. And while I don’t have a perfect relationship with my blemishes, it is better than it was years ago, and I know that it will continue to get better as I age. It just takes time.
Positive thinker, your scars help to make you who you are. You might think that they’re ugly, but you wouldn’t be you without them. And I’m not just talking about your physical scars. The things about you that are on the inside that you can’t seem to love are worth loving. You may be scarred on the inside, but those scars help to make you who you are, in the same way that your visible scars do. They tell a story, and that story is one of triumph and perseverance. You haven’t given up just because there are parts about yourself that you don’t like. Instead, you keep pushing on and fighting for a day when you can come to accept and love those things that once made you unhappy about yourself. That day will come. It may not be today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now, but if you refuse to give up then that day will come around soon enough!