Monday, July 11, 2011

vanity is a strange thing

Believe it or not, I have a streak of vanity.

I know, I know...this may be hard to believe when you think about how public I was about my big fat face on the Fourth of July, my accidental mullet, or my atrocious sense of elementary school fashion.

Yes, I will leave the house and make light of the fact that my face is twice as big as usual.  I'm not saying I like it, but it's not that big of a deal and I do kind of think it's funny.  I don't mind the huge cafe au lait birthmark that stretches from my calf to my back.  The big brown splotch on my forehead doesn't bother me a bit.  My multiple scars & bruises are just evidence of a life well-lived.

However, throw a few zits on my face and you'd think I've grown a third head.

My almost 35 year old face has broken out in painful acne thanks to the prednisone I had to take in order to reduce the size of my swollen face.  I've had adult acne for a while, so this is nothing entirely new, but it's been fairly well controlled thanks to various treatments.  Pregnancy made my acne almost non-existent. 

I had been lulled into an acne-free dream world.

Prednisone knocked my happy butt back into reality.

No, I'm not posting any pictures.

For the record, prednisone-induced acne scoffs at prescription acne cream.
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