Skin and Bear It.

When I was in high school I spent hours in the bathroom following a strict skin care treatment plan in order to alleviate the sever acne triggered by closeted teenage stress.
As and adult I spend hours in the bathroom studying the lines in my face; I’ll take the lines over the acne any day!

Stop Picking!

I have a terrible addiction to picking at things.  Primarily scabs.
It all started when I was a young child.  I suffered from painful earaches, which lead me to rubbing my ears uncontrollably until their was a scab, and naturally I would continue to pick at the scab.
It was a brutal cycle of self-abuse, just when the infected wound would heal, I'd dig right back in.
As a teenager, the nightmare continued with the onset of acne! I was like a migrant worker farming for zits.
Once I discovered Retin-A and puberty had calmed down, so did my obsession for picking...
At my skin anyway.  What I've come to realize is, as an adult I continue to pick--at problems.
I will pick away at a question or project until I cause a full gash in the situation, thus forcing me to deal with the larger dilemma at hand.
I'm not proud of this dirty little habit, alas any good picker knows, once you start, the scar never leaves!

Six Word Essay On Zits

Will I ever get through puberty?

High School All Over Again?!?

Woke up this morning, and there it was...
Stuck between two eyes, centered on nose!
A zit as big as Mt. Everest.
I'm thirty-four years old and I'm still breaking out?!
God I hate puberty.
On the plus side...
Maybe someone will think I'm fifteen!?
Or just a dude with a big pimple.