Thank goodness I’m not 12 anymore.

I remember when I was in the 6th grade. My goodness, I was tortured for my weight, and that was terrible. But to make matters worse, I had the worst acne ever. I mean, there was no part on my face where there wasn’t a pimple. Sadly, my skin is pretty sensitive, so I can’t use anything and everything on it, especially on my face (I learned the hard way with Stridex–I burned the hell out of my face with it just days before my uncle’s wedding). So I pretty much had to live with it until it went away on its own. If I knew that there was a such thing as natural acne treatment, then I would have bugged my mom until we looked into it. No one should go through cruelty in school, and it was a double whammy that year. Ouch.

Oh, a total non-sequitur: date went very well just as planned. He left me a babbling mess. Hehehe!