they are like constellations of stars flung across the infinity of my cheeks.
they are like suns and moons my face is the cosmos.
my face is a blank canvas and they are the paints.
my face is the water and they are the ripples that run through it.
my skin is my own and they are there. even when i don't want them to be they will be.
just like everything else, normal.
i've struggled with bad skin for a long time, and have slowly come to realise that no matter how well i eat, how much sleep i get, how much i wash my face or how much i exercise, its a factor of my life and i just have to accept it! having acne doesn't make you ugly, its a part of you that you have to learn to accept, because if you fight something it will just get worse.