It started a couple of days ago. I could feel it, under the surface, festering.
And of course, it’s to the right of my mouth, just above my laugh lines. Where everyone can see it. And of course, it’s also one of those big painful ones, where you can feel the skin over it stretching painfully before it’s fully to the surface.
I’m 37. And I have a giant ass pimple on my face.
I didn’t really have a big issue with acne as a teenager. I was blessed with a face that only broke out rarely and usually close to the hairline. But…since about my mid twenties on, every so often my amazing (she says über sarcastically) body will come up with one of these singular sensations and plant it right in the middle of my damn face.
It’s bright red too. Did I mention that?
I feel like a Picasso version of Rudolph.
What I’m saying is I’m not a fan. So tonight after dinner I have a date with my bathroom mirror and any facial products I have sitting on the shelf that I have not used in a dog’s age to see if I can rid myself of it. Maybe, if I’m feeling up to it, I might even turn the event into a bit of a girly night and indulge in a hot bath and some toenail painting. For now, I’m just going to try to pretend it’s not there, pretend people aren’t staring at it and try not to scratch my face.
It’s a super-awesome friday.