I’ve always had what aestheticians and posh grandmothers ubiquitously label “great skin.” In the past, I’ve attributed this remark to age and the lack of any real, worldly experience, rather than any pure, objective truth. Though, as a pimple has begun to emerge on my forehead recently, I’ve learned that, like most precious things in life, you don’t know you have good skin until it’s gone.
I feel like I’ve aged 15 years since March. Is the world ending? No. Does it feel like it? A bit. For that reason, every decision we make now seems like the most important decision we’ll ever make. Stress-induced acne is making a comeback.