What I’m really thinking: the adult acne sufferer

I cannot remember the last time I ventured outdoors in public without any makeup onI’m sitting across the table from you, eating dinner. The food is good, the company is good, but all that’s on my mind is my skin. Do you notice it? Do you think it looks awful? Can you see past it? Maybe it’s true what they say: nobody notices as much as I do. I am my own worst critic.When we go home we get ready for bed. You go into the bathroom first and get into bed first, I insist. I need to