In a rather frustrating turn of events, I never struggled with my skin (or acne, in particular) until the clock struck midnight on my freshman year of college. What I assumed to be a normal, hormonal, and perhaps vodka-and-late-night-pizza-habit-incurred skin fluke, turned out to be an eight-year-long battle I’ve dealt with ever since. Since college, my acne has ebbed and flowed. It almost always improves when I’m taking care of myself—getting sleep, drinking water, and using the products I know play nice with my skin. But since my congestion is hormonal (as both dermatologists and my gynecologist have confirmed), there is only so much I can do.
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