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Hey there.

I'm Mallory, a storyteller, writer, adventurer, avid reader and wanna-be-yogi. 

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Save your face: I woke up with a pimple on my wedding day and survived.

Save your face: I woke up with a pimple on my wedding day and survived.

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I once had beautiful skin and I didn't appreciate it. 

Then my senior year of high school hit and my chin looked like a cheeseless pizza and I wanted to crawl under a rock. 

I don't know what changed (I'm guessing hormones and stress?) but I could not shake the acne. I saw demertologists, doctors, and tried every facial cleansing product on the shelves at CVS. I wanted my face back, and I would do anything. 

After Jake and I started dating, he took me with him to the Children of Love Fundation in Honduras, and the girls there struggle (as most girls in the world do) with body image. Their skin and their climate make for minimal break outs, and mine terrified them. I remember one day we were sitting in the chapel playing and drawing and one of the girls, Angela, came up to me and touched my giant acne fests and asked if they were cuts and wounds. She looked sad as she touched them and empathised that they hurt. I was mortified, embarrassed. 

 

I began to delete pictures on Facebook where my chin looked red and angry. Every one in my family would ask me how my skin was and what I had just recently tried and if it worked. Nothing worked.

I have probably spent thousands of dollars on my face. Thousands. 

And then I gave up. I just didn't know what to do, so I let my face be angry. I smothered it in make up and monitored my Facebook for pictures to delete that showed angry pimples. I wish I could say that I all of a sudden became fine with my zits, that I realized they were a part of me. I still wanted them gone and I hated them. 

I got engaged to my sweet sweet Jake, he never noticed my acne and would tell me to stop pointing it out, he loved me just the way I was.. yeah yeah yeah (He really meant it though, the worst part). 

I had to do something. I could not have zit-filled wedding photos, those are much harder to monitor! I started getting EXPENSIVE facials, they worked. My skin started to calm down, the anger subsided. I stopped eating dairy, it got less angry. I realized it broke out easily from stress, I practiced resting and relaxing. And I spent money on good, healthy, and proven products. 

I still struggle with my skin, this morning I woke up with a honker, and the ones on my forehead just won't leave. I am also left with a red chin full of angry red scars. 

But, the week of my wedding, my face was PERFECT. I was thrilled, everyone kept complimenting my beautiful clear skin, I was on cloud 9. The night before my wedding was a rough one, I was stressed and Jake was not, and I stayed up until 3 am. I woke up at 9 the next morning to a BIG FAT OLE ZIT ON MY CHIN. I looked in the mirror and said, "hello ole friend," and you know what, I didn't care! 

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(Although, I did desperatly need eye cream. My eyes were PUFFY. I don't recomend sobbing the night before you get married.)

That was huge for me, seeing that big angry pimple and being okay. Knowing that this was part of it, and it would be a dang memorable pimple. 

Because, it was a dang memorable day. My face still struggles, and I still pay lots of money to keep it clear. I wake up with angry pimples (like today) and I feel insecure. But, I love my face, and I got a pimple on my wedding day, and I lived to tell the tale. 

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