Contraceptive Pills for Acne Breakouts January 23 2017, 0 Comments
Towards the end of last year, my skin hit a new low. I had cystic acne on my cheeks all the way down to my chin. It got so bad to the point that my face was in constant pain. I was afraid to yawn because the act of yawning would put my face in terrible pain. I could not look at myself in the mirror because I was horrified with the way I looked. I gave up with makeup because the feeling of the once soft bristles of the makeup brushes would just irritate my skin. I didn’t leave my room because I didn’t want the world to see me, to see what my face has become.
Having acne is no joke. It took a toll on my confidence, on my self-esteem. I wouldn’t look anyone in the eye when I would talk to him or her, rather, I’d look at my feet so they would not look at my face. It was very clear that I was depressed. I didn’t know what to do because I was always so afraid that I would just worsen my situation.
Then one day, I looked in the mirror and saw what happened to me. The once confident, outgoing, and fun me was gone. I did not recognize who I saw in the mirror. All because I had the worse acne I have ever gotten in my life. “I need to fix this. I need to end this, now.” I told myself.
I didn’t know whom to approach first, so I went to my mom. I talked to her about how I felt and how the acne was affecting my self-esteem, and right then and there she booked me an appointment with a dermatologist. That moment was one of the best moments I can remember. It was the beginning of me fighting this battle with terrible cystic acne.
After meeting with my dermatologist, she recommended me to see an OB/GYN. So she gave me a recommendation with whom to meet and I booked an appointment. After all the consultations with both the dermatologist and the OB/GYN, they have come to a conclusion that my acne was due to a hormonal imbalance. So I was given a medicated moisturizer for me to use until the pain and inflammation would subside, and I was put on birth control.
It’s been 5 months since my consultation and I am happy to say that my cystic acne is gone! It definitely is something to celebrate, but alas, I am left with scars just as bad as my acne. But unlike before, my confidence has not dropped. Why? Because I know that with the right doctors, with the right products this too shall disappear. It will definitely take a while, but I don’t mind. Something so beautiful must take its time. I mean, a caterpillar didn’t spend all that time in a cocoon to look average, right?