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How I Eliminated My Pizza Face Acne by: Ivan Maxwell As a boy, a friend’s older chum had severe acne. At seventeen his face looked like the surface of the moon, and now years later when I meet him, his face cool shows the scars from his teenage years. I never spoke to him about it, but it must have been a very traumatic time for him. Apart from his pronounced face, acne never entered my consciousness until a few years later when I just turned fourteen and my face broke out in spots. Immediately the image of my friend’s brother fixed itself in my mind. That’s how I imagined I would be for the rest of my life. Oh boy, was I upset! It consumed every waking moment. The fear, the consternation, the feeling of being a social outcast, of what people would be saying behind my back. Who would want to talk to a “Pizza Face”? Every time I passed a mirror, I’d glance in and turn away network embarrassment at what I axiom. In my bedroom I’d spend hours in dash of the mirror, burdensome to figure out if any of the spots were diminishing, even getting out a ruler and measuring the spots in millimetres. Power the almost maniacal urge to squeeze the spots to help them on their way, regardless of the detail that I knew that would only make them worse. I’d also just started noticing girls, and one in particular. But my self - doubt wouldn’t let me make any approach. I tried a cleanser but it fictional my skin red and dry. It started to peel and even made the smooth parts of my face look puffy and irritated. Now, when the promised cure – the cleanser – had an adverse precipitate, I was totally desolate. I felt I’d be in this ‘prison’ for the rest of my life, isolated by my own imagined ugliness. My mother could see the change in me and took me to a dermatologist. I thought he would have spent more time examining me, but no, he just took a quick peek and prescribed a cream. It had a marginal effect for a few days and then it was back to square one. Incidentally, now that I know a bit more about treating patients, I believe if that dermatologist had spent a few moments making a fuss of examining me, explained acne to me, that it was precise common in teenagers, and at least given me some hope that it would recede in time, it would have more desirable my self - confidence enormously and made me feel a lot better about myself. Shortly afterwards I made friends with a new boy in advise. Turns out his mother was a nutritionist and had dealt with and overcome her own acne in her teenage oldness. She explained to me the importance of diet and asked me in detail what I ate. She made a brochure on “no - no’s” and “yes’yes’s”. The “no’s” meant I’d have to eliminate all greasy foods and oily foods from my diet, along with soda. The “yeses” meant eating lots of fresh fruit and vegetables. Now, you must understand that I’d never had anyone speak to me like that before. But she encouraged me, and parallel phoned my mom to explain what she’d suggested. I agreed to try it. What could I lose? Well, after three weeks there was a marked improvement and after eight weeks it was hardly noticeable at all. A couple of months after that and it cleared up completely. That was such a relief that two this day, I always make clear-cut to eat plenty of vegetables and fresh fruit. So, will this work for everybody? I don’t know. But it is an easy and cheap way to start and you commit, at least be the healthier for it. |
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