So, how has my skin reacted to these seemingly positive changes? Eh. As of today I have some "issues" going on. But, I have also reached a happy mentality regarding my skin that I am happy to share: I no longer give a shit.
About a week ago. Things have since gotten a little...not awesome.
Yup. In worrying so much about this stupid little "problem" of mine, I now realize how
Sorry about the language. It seems that admitting/discovering that I am being a self-absorbed brat really bothers me. It also appears that my life mottos require foul language to motivate me. ><
I, of course, will hope to have fabulous, movie-star quality skin on The Big Day, but I am done worrying about it. Even if I have crap on my face, I'll still be married to my dream guy. At the end of the day, that will always be more important than looking pretty. :)
*This motto was brought about during a time in my life where a major change occurred and I suddenly felt completely free to do whatever the hell I wanted to - and did - and still do. I want to go to NYC *now* to clear my head. Fuck it, flight booked. I want to join a dating website for geeks because where the hell are you suppose to meet hot, smart, geeky guys? Fuck it, profile created. (Husband acquired!) You get the gist...