Dear acne,
You’ve taught me pain and insecurity.

You’ve hurt me many times,
Just like you’ve wasted my time.

You’ve caused me a lot of emotions, mostly sadness.
You’ve taught me a different kind of pain, a pain I was oblivious to.
A pain that became present every time I looked in a mirror.

Seeing my face full of red spots,
made me feel ugly.
An insecurity that hurt me deeper than the iron handrail that struck Frida Kahlo.

But you don’t affect me anymore.
I realized I can’t control you,
So why do I give you the power to control me?

I’m done letting you rule me,
I’m done being a victim.
Although you’re physically present,
Emotionally you’re gone.
You no longer define me.