About six months ago, at the age of 25, I was cruelly hit with the worst freaking skin of my life for no apparent reason other than seriously bad luck. It took several months, hundreds of dollars, lots of trial and error, and biweekly appointments with my dermatologist to get the cystic bumps under control (thank you, Tazorac and spironolactone), but I was left with some pretty unsightly marks along my cheeks and on my chin. I was given the frustrating news that these red and brown spots would naturally fade over the following six months to a year, and that the scarring ...
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