For years, during my early teens, I struggled with acne hardcore. My balls dropped as well as my self esteem. Anyone who struggles with acne knows exactly how low your self esteem can get. When I was either 15 or 16 I got put on some major medication called Acutane. I had to go through about 6 months of blood work to stay on it. About a couple of months into taking it, I developed mild depression and lower back pain. It was recalled in 2009 if that tells you how serious the medication was.
Halfway through the medication my Mother was pleading for me to get off of it because she saw what it was doing to me. However, I decided to power through it. My skin was making improvements, so I wasn’t about to stop halfway through. If my skin was going to be clear for the rest of my life at the cost of mild depression for a few months, then that’s totally worth it to me.
Sure enough, after about half a year, my skin was all cleared up.
And oh how great that feeling was.
After all the years, failed attempts, dermatologist visits, lost money, and self esteem issues, it was all gone!
Growing up is like having a pimple.
When you have a pimple, you worry about what others think of it when they see it. Why else do we want to cover it up before we go out for a night on the town, or on a first date? And depending on the severity of the acne, your self esteem can be affected.
Growing up you are concerned about how you dress, the music you listen to, your interests, hobbies, what you want to do with the rest of your life, or “coming out”. You’re worried about what others think.
We treat our differences as if each one is a pimple on our face.
Somewhere along the line, that starts to slowly vanish.
As you grow up, you start to care less and less of what others think.
It does get easier, I promise.
Life is too short to listen to others’ opinions.
Because no one should validate your life.