I was one of those people who entered puberty at an early age. This was a consequence of nature that was beyond my control or so I thought, and I didn’t know whether it was a good thing or bad thing. I had read a lot about puberty as early as fifth grade but when I reached seventh grade, I experienced an upsurge of this reality. Adolescence was creeping in slowly but surely. My voice changed, my chest broadened, I grew more hair, I had new psychological needs and experienced many things associated with this stage of life. Of all the changes that I went through or endured, none bothered me the most than acne.
My cousin sisters and aunts visited us often from time to time. They were part of a very large but closely knit extended family that I found myself in. They noticed these changes in me faster than anyone else and it’s like they enjoyed watching me grow up. They would put me up on makeshift podiums and give me speeches or passages to read. It was my new voice that they wanted to hear. It entertained them. But my acne bothered me especially in front of people. I would wake up with a new pimple almost every morning. Even after picking them, another one would rear its ugly head. Soon I started having unwanted spots on my face. These blackheads tormented me a great deal.
My mom was deeply concerned and many a times I caught her staring at me from the sides of her eyes. I knew that she was worried too about the new condition of my skin. She bought me several over-the-counter facial creams to try but hardly any worked. It was painful to exhibit unique levels of patience with these creams yet none of them barely yielded any fruit. Many would make my face really dry up and even crack. Others would work for a while but then loose the war. The number of pimples soared. They were tearing my skin up. They tested my ego, lowered my self-esteem, bruised my spirit and it was clear that my ordeal with acne had reached a climax.
We decided to consult a skin specialist. That dermatologist changed my life for the better. He put an end to the constant assault that I was experiencing on my skin and restored my health. Through a series of tests, he determined the root cause of my acne and prescribed the right medication. The treatment took about six months and the results were almost instantaneous compared to what I had gone through before. There was a huge difference within the first month alone. He healed me and stopped my nightmare. During and after my treatment however, I wondered why other over-the-counter medications that were heavily marketed had not worked for me. I took a closer look at the issue.
Acne is closely linked to the overproduction of sebum, buildup of bacteria and irregular shedding of dead skin. Hormonal imbalance, certain medications, diet, stress, birth control pills and bad cosmetics may trigger or worsen the case. It is believed that all acne is a disorder of the pilosebaceous unit, which is made up of a hair follicle, sebaceous gland and a hair. Different variations exist and some skin conditions may appear to be acne yet they are not. Hence, buying over-the-counter medication is similar to getting reading glasses without a prescription unless recommended by your dermatologist or skin care specialist. Whenever you get weary, always remember that patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination of success.