throughout my high school career i held a secret war that even my closest friends didn't know about. one friend might have had a slight clue of what i put into this secret war, but he undoubtedly didn't know how long this struggle had been going on or how much this war really meant to me. this was my secret war against acne. looking back on it, i'm not very sure if i should have put so much time and effort into this unwinnable battle.
my ancestors blessed me with genes that led me though only one undeniable path - the path that ended up with my face looking very similar to the worst of the 'before' pictures in acne medication advertisements. having been ignorant of my definite plunge into the disgusting world of severe acne, i - like most beginning acne fighters in the beginning of the 21st century - began my crusade to having somewhat 'nice' skin with a simple cleanser. i used my sisters simple neutrogena cleanser. i later found this cleanser to be as effective as a bar of soap.
in fact, nothing was VERY effective. many treatments brought my hopes up by having incredible early results and then shattered my confidence by bringing me back to my home - severe acne. of course, i went to a dematalogist, i took the anti-biotics - they really did make my face clear up, but i used them so long that my body learned to fight them off like a lion fights off ants, i put more sulfer on my face than my 10th grade chemistry class had, and because i could see all of this wasn't working, i gave up on my doctor.
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