The Time I Wrote a Letter to My Face (Warning, kinda gross)

Dear Face.

I have a complaint to make.
Now, I'll accept that on the whole, you've treated me rather well. I've never really had too many complaints with you, maybe except the fact that no matter how much sunscreen  put on you, the ridge of my nose still always gets sunburnt.
But enough is REALLY enough.

These pimples.
Oh my God.
What the hell are you thinking?

Okay. I get it. People get pimples.
We all went through our thirteen year old breakouts. And we cried and sobbed and gripped about which products we were using, to clear, cleanse and cover these godawful little face invading aliens.
But then, life started looking up.
Hitting fifteen/sixteen you began to get things right. You began to clear. On some days I'll even give you that you looked marvellous. So fresh and clean. Good Job Skin!!

Was that the problem Face? Did I never praise you enough? Is that why you're doing this now?
Because that seems a bit extreme skin.

It's like, as soon as I went to America you were like,
'BAM'

Yes. That IS pus dripping from my face, into my hand... :S

And, to be entirely honest with you, I really think it is overkill. I mean, I feel I have produced enough pus in these past 6 months to power and run a small car. The world does not need an alternate energy source that badly Face!!!

I've been through the different steps with you.
I've shown remorse:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I never moisturise. I repent! I promise I will next year. It'll be my new years resolution, honest"




I've tried bargaining:

"Okay Face. It's 2.00am. If I finish this essay in the next 40min, no more breakouts. okay? Okay"




I've tried rationalising with you:

"C'mon Face. We're in this together. Let's WORK together. Stop trying to sabotage me!"






Finally I have just reached a point of frustration and rage...


F*******************CK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please! Get over your God complex. You do not control me and you can NOT behave just 'however' you like. Work out what the hell is going on back there and sort that sh*t out.

Much appreciated.

Sincerely,
Elyse