Dear Complexion,
I give up. I surrender. You win. I have been fighting with you for the last twenty years or so and I. Am. Tired. Why do you hate me? Is it your life’s goal to see me suffer? I don’t get it. I know that you have the potential to be good, I’ve seen glimpses of it here and there. Yet, every time I finally think that you are coming around and I’ve won you over, BAM! Major breakout.
It’s bad enough that I have the body of a thirteen-year-old boy, why must I have the complexion of one, too? I can deal with my fine, limp hair. I’ve adjusted to the fact that I will never be voluptuous. Nor will I ever be over five feet tall. Fine. I am okay with that. But I can not let go of the dream of having a nice complexion. To have small pores and no blemishes. To wake up one day and see no red markings of broken capillaries. Is that really so much to ask?
I guess I always figured that by the time I was in my thirties, I’d have a nice complexion. All the angst and horror of the teen years would be resolved and I could relax and enjoy my lovely thirtysomething skin. Apparently you didn’t get the memo. So now, after trying everything under the sun to tame the beast that is my skin, I have resolved myself to the fact that I need to see a Dermatologist. That’s right, you mean little complexion, I am pulling out the big guns. You might have laughed in the face of Retin-A, snubbed your nose at Proactive, but prepare yourself my friend. This Dermatologist will bring you down. Game on.
Your “Friend”,
MomMega
15 Comments
Complexion………you don’t stand a chance. Loved this letter!
I think you’re still reeling from birth hormones. I am sure it will get better in a few years – unless you have another child then you can just blame them. HA!
I have had a slightly better year with my complexion since I turned 32… maybe there’s hope out there, fellow Rabbit!
I feel your pain. My next step is the dermatologist, too. It’s just a question of finding time for the appointment(s).
You could always just go out at night
You are so funny. I don’t even see anything wrong with your skin!
I had to see a doctor too. Time to take your skin back.
Are you still drinking Diet Coke?? Because, you know, carbonated syrup isn’t good for your skin!
that’s so strange. when i think mel, i actually think: good teeth, freakishly soft shiny hair, perfect skin.
no lie. (and no fair).
so whatever beef there might be between you and the complexion? not apparent to the outside world.
I need some Retin-A in my life and thought that in the 30′s this would be a thing of the past.
Like Sam, I’ve never seen any “issues” with your skin. I think you are beautiful. But, if you need an extra punch to add to the dermatologist, you can check out http://www.spaweek.org – $50 treatments!!! I’m totally game for that.
Way to hit them where it hurts. You have that complexion scared now! Lol, I know exactly what you mean. I keep waiting for a miracle, but really I’m just resigned to zits. It’s worse than my teenage years!
I also thought that “when I grew up” I would have wonderful, blemish-free skin and that is just so not the case. I hate it! AND the past three years, my forehead has become splotchy and discolored …wtf? needing to go to the dermatologist as well. ugh. more maintenance!
LOL! Did complexion ever write back? I hope you didn’t give it a complex!
Catching up on blog reading (at work!). I’ve been fighting the same battle. It’s been so much worse since having K-man! Let us know what the dermatolgosit (yeah, I misspelled that) said. And by the way, I’m totally envious of your skinny self! I’m 5’1 and carrying about 25 extra souvenir pounds from pregnancy.
I know how difficult it is, in my late 50′s I believe I’ve found my true complexion.
Suzanna