Blackheads.

A post on blackheads?

Yes. Blackheads are a big part of my life. They actually make up 95% of my nose. I remember the first blackhead I got. I squeezed it out (itchy hands) with a tip of a small scissors. Well anyway, why talk about blackheads? Because since young, my parents have told me to stop pressing out my blackheads telling me I will leave scars on my beautiful face and surprisingly enough (not), they were right. Some days, when I look at myself in the mirror, I think about the possibility of me having a flawless face if I didn't press that blackhead that day and continue pressing it on and on again after that day. Would I have been more beautiful then and now? I know I ruined my complexion because of my itchy hands. To me, it seems like there's nothing I can do about it now because my pores are open and dirt will eventually clog it up again even after a facial treatment so it seems like I've no chances of gaining a flawless complexion but does it matter, really? Is it worth beating myself up? I know this won't be the last time I think about it but I can stop now even though it's a habit (I just pressed out 3 blackheads out like 5 minutes ago hence, the post). It's what you can do now compared to what you could've done then, right?

I need to fill myself with more positive notes rather than be negative and complain about something that cannot be changed. More like whining actually. Sometimes I just whine and whine about all my flaws, just to seek out compliments and most of us are guilty of this whether we admit it or not. However, since last year, I've learned not to seek out compliments anymore. I need to be true to myself and stop ignoring the inner demon in me. Rather than capturing the demon by building a cage of pride over it, I should fight it one on one because sooner or later, no matter how indestructable the cage is, the demon will find a way to come out. Wow, what a metaphor but it really does describe how I feel about the situation. I need to learn that millions of blackheads doesn't matter. It's how I see myself as a person and what I see in the mirror. They say "no one is perfect" but I think "perfect" has no standard definition and it is a free word that can be given any meaning to.

SW.