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Reference of the picture : What to know about chickenpox in babies. (2019, September 25). https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/326440

Desperate to clear up my acne, I tried every home remedy possible from applying salt to toothpaste on my face. Unsurprisingly, it did not help one bit. I just remember looking at myself in the mirror, frustrated by all the pimples, and how my self-esteem did take a hit. I hated taking selfies, and when I did, I'd really pile on the filters just to make my skin look clearer.

Eventually, I did the right research and found an effective acne spot treatment that worked wonders for me. That's when I also learned how important sunscreen was for my skin to avoid rashes and further damage. Since my skin tends to be on the oilier side, I realized using serums and hydrating moisturizers kept it much more balanced and healthier. Now I only wear makeup on special occasions, having learned too much makeup is a surefire way to cause breakouts.

One of the biggest things that I feel I have learned is that not everything you see is good for your skin. It's so important to know your own skin and never jump on every trend. My best advice for healthier skin would be to pay attention to what you put onto your face, stay with your routine, and always listen to what your skin needs!

Before I begin my skin-related story, I just wanted to share a quote from this well-known person. "Comparison is the thief of joy" - Theodore Roosevelt. Indeed, comparing what you possess to others is just you removing your happiness from yourself. Embracing your imperfections and recognizing your insecurities is the best solution to anything.

This skin issue that I have started when the pandemic struck. In the first month of lockdown, I started to gain weight due to the lack of physical activities and I guess due to food that I ate. As time goes by, I suddenly lost weight and eventually became skinny. This was so sudden that shocked me, my family, and relatives. This event led to forming of stretch marks that became my insecurity at that time. At first, it was okay. But months past by, I was insecured and bothered. They kept on pointing my stretch marks out as if I can remove it right away. This kept on going and reached the point where I don't want to go outside, be seen, and pictured by other people. It was one of the harshest days of my life.

Around March 2021, I had acquired a skin disease—chicken pox. Due to the disease that I have acquired, it left a scar in my skin that also became my insecurity. It affected my mental health so much that regained my insecurity where I don't even want to be pictured or seen by other people. I want to hide these as 'they don' t look good' and a sign of being unhygienic and negligence to myself. However, there's one thing I learned from it. And that is, "If you want to be loved by someone, learn how to love yourself first." And indeed, that's true. Accepting and recognizing your flaws would not make you small or bad. Actually, it would help you know yourself more, it will guide you to the path of success and happiness. With that, it boosts my confidence to face other people without being bothered by my looks

Anxiety and insecurity did the best on my self-estem, nevertheless i tried to reflect on it more thinking that i shouldn’t be afraid to be seen and if i really wanted to boost my own self-esteem i really should try to enhance my discipline and learn more on how to effectively take care of my skin. Until now i try not to be low moraled from my low self-esteem and just try to focus on myself, taking care of my skin by daily facial wash, buying my own soap specifically for my face, using clean towels to wipe my fac, and always washing my face with water.

In conclusion i encourage everyone who has the fear of judgment or has anxiety to try and help ourselves grow as a person and to accept ourselves for who we are because in the end of the day we still wake up seeing the same face on the mirror all the time, let’s take care of our own skins.

My skin story starts in the third grade. Up until then, my mom would be the one to get me ready for school in the morning. But as her work schedule changed, my dad ended up taking care of me for the meantime. Every morning, he’d wake me up and help me get ready for school. A crucial step in my mornings was breakfast. My dad wasn’t very familiar with the kitchen; so he’d cook the next best thing, a fried sunny side up egg. It was my favorite food at the time so I didn’t complain. But after eating eggs for breakfast every morning, by the end of the year it developed an itch that escalated to a rash on my lips. We went to the doctor a lot to get it checked. I remember it being one of the most helpless and frustrating times in my life. The ointment would sting, the oil would feel heavy, and my lips burned when I tried to part them so that I could eat and speak. I began smiling less to avoid cracking my lips, which healed with a grayish discoloration that still makes me insecure today.

Following this, I developed hives whenever I scratched or put pressure on my skin. Initially, I found it cool and would show it to my friends, even “drawing” with them on my skin. But eventually, it became an inconvenience when I would lightly graze my face. It was only when I was in the 7th grade that my friend finally gave me a name for what it was, dermatographia. During this time the pandemic was rising, and I started developing eczema. It started with small spots on the backs of my knees and the insides of my elbows. By the end of the tenth grade, I only had a small spot under my arms. During grades 9 -10 acne also became an issue. I tried everything to heal them right away with Filipino, Korean, and Japanese brands. Ultimately, benzoyl peroxide cream helped clear most of it up.

Eleventh grade was particularly challenging. As a consequence of bad habits and depression, my eczema worsened and I would wake up in the middle of the night just to scratch at the patches of dry skin. The itchiness is excruciatingly painful to not scratch, and scratching only leads to wounds. It spread to more parts of my body and made daily tasks difficult. Currently, I am still fighting with my skin and dealing with the battle scars. I’m glad to have found a good dermatologist that has actually prescribed me medicine and ointment that actually works for me. She also prescribed me with something for my lips that I’m excited about. 

Despite everything, I would still say that I’m a very fortunate person. I’m thankful for a healthy support system, encouraging friends, and a handful of lessons that helped me get through the tough times. Reflecting on my journey, I’m happy to say I’m healing. Little by little, day by day, I’m becoming more comfortable in my skin. I couldn’t be happier.

When the pandemic hit, my skin condition worsened as I neglected to take care of myself. I wasn’t eating nutritious food, and I would frequently scratch my pimples. Eventually, I became more aware and decided to take care of myself. I tried different whitening and anti-pimple products without consulting a doctor or dermatologist, and without really knowing what I was using. I believed what I read on the internet, but unsurprisingly, my condition worsened, and my skin became even more irritated and sensitive. Because of this, I stopped using the products altogether.

By the time I reached 11th grade, I had learned to take better care of my skin.

" Loving Every Little Thing of Me"

As a kid who is full of curiosity  and often wanders on many places, I get to see the wide and diverse appearances of people. However due to these people that I have met. I cannot deny the fact that jealousy emerge when it comes to how smooth their skin is. It felt like, their skin is perfect on my eyes. their face do not have any pimples or even an acne, their arms do not have any bruising or scars at all, its almost as if their skin cannot be damaged by vast majority of environmental factors.

One day, When I was in third grade, I had an accident in which I got wounded all over my legs. The wounds are deep and open because up until to this point the scar is still very visible. At that time, I was very upset to the point that I am constantly blaming myself  (Well, who is there to blame aside from me?). Moreover, I'm afraid to go outside the house because my friends might see the appearance of my skin. This event just became one of a turning point in my life. I  remember what my mother said to me  "There is nothing to be upset about because each one of us are different. However there is one thing all of our skin have in common, all of them serve the same purpose. At that time, it made me realize that my skin is no different than others. However, as a kid who does still not have any control on his emotion, I still cannot easily cast aside that jealousy that I have.

Once I became an adolescent, Many changes occur on my body. This is the time where my inscurity almost reach to its fullest. This is the time where Im starting to belittle myself because of my skin. However, During the pandemic, that is the moment where I realized that my health and family should be my main priority instead of thinking about the perception of other people when it comes to my appearance. I have come to realized that we should think of ourselves more instead of thinking about other people. On that moment, I began embracing myself, appearance and skin. I began to understand that not all things should be perfect. Having a wound, scar or bruise doesn't necessarily mean that we should be full of insecurity and envy. However, embracing ourselves is not just ignoring or removing the insecurity that we had. Embracing means nothing if we are resisting change or if we are putting ourselves in a stasis. Change means we should improve our well-being for the better. It means that we should Improve how we take care of our skin, such as being hygienic and clean.

Our skin, just like any other organ, provide a vital function that helps us to protect ourselves from different external factors such as the rays from the sun. Our skin helps us to protect ourselves from bacteria and viruses. Moreover, it is essential in maintaining our internal body balance or Homeostasis. These functions are the essence of our skin. Our skin is not all about appearances, its not about external beauty its about how it carries out its function throughout different circumstances. It may be full of scars and bruise however we are capable in solving this problems. Our scars may be a hindrace for us today however it may serve as our identity tomorrow. As long as our skin is in good shape, As long as we are loving every little thing of ourselves, then there is nothing to worry about.

I believe I was between 9 and 10 years old when my menstrual cycle stopped. I did not know anything about my period so I just thought it did not mean anything. After a few months, I still haven't had my period, I eventually asked my grandma why that was happening to me, went to the doctor. The doctor said that I had these cysts inside my abdomen (?) I’m still not sure up until now if I am diagnosed with PCOS, but all I know is that my period did not come even after a whole year. Because of that, buildup of sebum and dead skin cells made me prone to lots of acne.

My acne was so insane that my face was almost  completely covered by it. My face was so red and It wasn’t easy living like that. I’ve started hating myself because of acne, but thankfully I got to drink pills that would help me have my period again. Ever since I took those pills and with the help of skin care, my skin got clearer.

As of right now, I'm still taking these pills, and I must admit that my face has changed massively.  As I got older, I also understood that having acne was normal, and here I am at last, accepting who I am.

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One day, I found myself at a family gathering, surrounded by the familiar smells of seafood. The aroma of shrimp cocktail, and the tang of crab legs all assaulted my senses. I felt the familiar prickling sensation on my skin, the telltale sign of an impending allergic reaction.

But this time, something was different. I wasn’t consumed by fear or panic. Instead, I took a deep breath, a conscious effort to calm myself. I reminded myself that I had learned to manage my allergies, to navigate the world with caution and awareness.

I excused myself from the table, found a quiet corner, and took a moment to center myself. The welts started to appear, but I met them with a newfound sense of acceptance. I knew they were a part of me, a reminder of my vulnerability, but also a testament to my resilience.

As the evening progressed, the welts subsided, leaving behind a faint trace of their presence. I had learned that while my allergies were a part of me, they didn’t define me. I could still enjoy life, embrace the world, and find joy amidst the challenges. The ocean may have become a forbidden realm, but I had found a way to navigate my own personal sea, with grace and strength.

One particularly stressful period, I found myself breaking out in hives all over my body. The pressure at school was immense. The welts felt like a physical manifestation of my anxiety, a constant reminder of the burden I carried. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I felt like I was losing control.

But then, I took a deep breath, and slowly, I began to shift my focus. I started practicing mindfulness techniques, taking time each day to meditate and connect with my breath. I began to prioritize self-care, making sure to get enough sleep, eat healthy foods, and exercise regularly.

Slowly but surely, the stress began to dissipate. The welts faded, and my skin began to heal. I realized that while I couldn’t control the triggers that caused my allergies, I could control my reaction to them. By managing my stress, I was able to manage my allergies, and in doing so, I found a newfound sense of peace and well-being.

Urticaria is a common skin condition characterized by the sudden appearance of itchy, raised welts (wheals) on the skin. These welts can vary in size and shape, and they often come and go quickly. They are caused by an allergic reaction, where the body’s immune system overreacts to a trigger. This trigger can be anything from food or medication to insect bites or even stress.

My skin had always been a beautiful blend of your parents — a combination of my  mom’s natural tone and my dad’s rich moreno complexion. It was something they were both proud of, and from an early age, they passed down rituals to keep it glowing and healthy. But my skin had been through a lot over the years.

During the pandemic, when the world felt upside down, I  had my  own personal battle — not just with isolation and uncertainty, but with the COVID-related skin rashes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. My skin, once calm and glowing, became irritated and sensitive. I felt helpless at first, unsure of how to soothe the flare-ups. My skin, once calm and glowing, became irritated and sensitive. I felt helpless at first, unsure of how to soothe the flare-ups. But my  parents were there, reminding me  of the simple routines and natural remedies to ease the discomfort. Bit by bit,I  found my  way back to balance, but the experience had changed my relationship with my  skin.

And then, there was the stress of graduating from Grade 10. The workload, combined with the pressure of finishing school in such an unpredictable time, took its toll. The stress turned into acne, marking my  skin with the signs of sleepless nights and anxiety. I remember staring into the mirror, feeling frustrated that my skin didn’t reflect how hard I was working, how much I was pushing through. Yet, I pushed forward, finding a new routine to calm my skin while managing the demands of school.

Who doesn’t enjoy looking their best?

One thing about myself is that I take my skincare really seriously. Seeing bruises or scars on my skin bothers me. The little hint of redness will irritate me. I could spend thousands on derma procedures and skincare products to make sure my skin is always clear and healthy. However, there are instances when I deal with allergies. Anytime I come into contact with a very hot temperature, I always get an immunological response. I get little red spots that itch so much that they form a ring around them. My doctor has recommended that I refrain from using oils, lotions, creams, and cosmetics for a period in order to assess if any of these products are exacerbating my allergy.

Avoiding the trigger that results in the physical allergy is the best treatment for physical allergies like mine. For my part, I should wear sunscreen and limit my exposure to the sun because I have skin that is sensitive to strong sunlight. Since cetirizine helps prevent and treat allergy symptoms, I usually carry medication with me in case my allergy gets so bad that it becomes difficult for me to breathe.

Do you believe I feel confident if I have dark patches, skin pigmentation, or early wrinkles from the allergy scars, especially when I know I can take preventive measures? NO! As the largest organ in the body, your skin needs to be taken care of much like the other organs. Maintaining healthy skin is essential to maximizing its potential. Ensuring the strength of this crucial barrier is facilitated by taking appropriate care of our skin. Maintaining your skin's health is essential since it makes it appear younger. To ensure that you constantly look and feel your best, we should take care of your skin.

Before I started my skin story, I just wanted you guys to know that I’m a very clumsy and careless person. 

When I was young, I didn’t even care about my skin, knowing I have sensitive skin. I always play outside, coming home with bruises that cause my skin to have old scars that I regret not paying attention to. But I was just a kid back then; then I learned how to accept my flaws and appreciate them, and I look forward to how I can lighten my scars that I still had when I was younger. Then I realize it’s part of me. It’s reminding me of my younger self that I’m very careless, a jolly kid who was just enjoying life back then, and I think some of my scars prove that life was better when I was young. I don’t need to worry about my skin condition; I don’t know what insecurity is.

Then eventually, growing up, when I was in grade 5, I started to feel insecure about my skin because I noticed how bad my scars were. And I started to take care of myself and focused on more of my body. Then I discovered that I have dermatographia. Which is actually funny because before I felt proud of it because for me it was cool that I could actually write to my skin, but now it’s not that easy to have it because it’s irritated me; just a simple pinch gives me pantal, and I don’t like when I have a rash or pantal. But that’s fine; it’s my skin; I already embrace it, and it’s part of me.

Before my story ends, I would also like to mention another aspect of my skin that I admire: I have freckles, and I have the same birthmark as my mom in the same spot. 

In spite of all the struggles I've faced, I am truly grateful and excited to tell my story since I know it will make my family and friends proud of me. They are also aware of the fact that I find it uncomfortable when people ask about it. This is my first time being comfortable sharing my story. 🫰🏻💗

Before I started my skin story, I just wanted you guys to know that I’m a very clumsy and careless person.

When I was young, I didn’t even care about my skin, knowing I have sensitive skin. I always play outside, coming home with bruises that cause my skin to have old scars that I regret not paying attention to. But I was just a kid back then; then I learned how to accept my flaws and appreciate them, and I look forward to how I can lighten my scars that I still had when I was younger. Then I realize it’s part of me. It’s reminding me of my younger self that I’m very careless, a jolly kid who was just enjoying life back then, and I think some of my scars prove that life was better when I was young. I don’t need to worry about my skin condition; I don’t know what insecurity is.

Then eventually, growing up, when I was in grade 5, I started to feel insecure about my skin because I noticed how bad my scars were. And I started to take care of myself and focused on more of my body. Then I discovered that I have dermatographia. Which is actually funny because before I felt proud of it because for me it was cool that I could actually write to my skin, but now it’s not that easy to have it because it’s irritated me; just a simple pinch gives me pantal, and I don’t like when I have a rash or pantal. But that’s fine; it’s my skin; I already embrace it, and it’s part of me.

Before my story ends, I would also like to mention another aspect of my skin that I admire: I have freckles, and I have the same birthmark as my mom in the same spot. 

In spite of all the struggles I've faced, I am truly grateful and excited to tell my story since I know it will make my family and friends proud of me. They are also aware of the fact that I find it uncomfortable when people ask about it. This is my first time being comfortable sharing my story. 🫰🏻💗

It all comes down to my family history. Back when I was a kid, when my great-uncle on my mother’s side visited us in San Mateo, Rizal, I remember vividly when I saw my great-uncle’s skin up close and his skin was almost severely dry and scaly like a fish called Xerosis. Not until I realized that when my grandmother from my father’s side of my family told me that my sister and I also have that kind of skin. I was curious why my mom didn’t have the same type of skin that my sister and I have. This was the starting point of my curiosity with my own skin.

When I experienced the dry skin that I described what my great-uncle had, it was flaky like a dandruff on your scalp but located on your legs. When I felt itchy some pieces won’t come off. I tried to scratch it with something that has a sharp edges like the sides of a metal nail filer. I was amazed by it but when it became red I tried to pour out a rubbing alcohol on my leg, it was so painful because of too much scratching. Sometimes I try to peel off using tweezers on my sister’s skin because hers is way more drier than mine. When I first shaved my leg hair off when I was a kid, it also shaved white flakes on some parts of my leg.

Growing up, I saw my classmates have normal kind of skin. I began comparing my skin to theirs and realized that my skin was not like the others. I was really insecure about it. When I had tanned skin, it was more noticeable when it’s really dry. I started to care about my skin when I was in my preteens. I began to use different kinds of lotion to my skin and yet some lotion brands don’t really work on my unique skin. When I take a bath, hot water or lukewarm water dries my skin more than not using a lotion. I tried using Aveeno and Nivea, it worked on me including my sister. But now, we use the Fresh Skinlab lotion and it also works for our dry skin. I noticed that only my legs was the most driest part of my body. The rest was also dry yet manageable.

In conclusion, Skin is the largest organ of the body but not all people have the same type of skin. Your skin is maybe unique than others, but you also have to learn to appreciate and accept your own skin. It is still a long journey for me but I am proud of myself that I learned to accept my own skin. You have to get to know your skin based on what works best for you to have a hydrating healthy skin. It may take a while, but you will get there.

When I was a kid, I always felt insecure around people who had clear white skin and less body hair. Back then, I believed that having white skin and less body hair was the standard of beauty.

I used products to lighten my skin and shaved my arms and legs because I didn’t like having too much hair on my arms. I always thought these things were flaws in my body. However, in grade 11, I realized that the true standard of beauty is a person’s personality. I saw many of my classmates with those features, and they were confident with them.

I told myself, "I wish I had that kind of confidence." I opened up to a classmate about my skin, and she gave me advice that changed my perspective. She said, "Those are not your flaws; those are features of your body, and they make you beautiful and unique." Her words of wisdom truly changed me. I stopped using unhealthy skin products and no longer shaved my skin. I have accepted how I look and now help others my age who have similar thoughts. They are not flaws; they are simply features

Despite taking care of my skin, I still struggle with my diet and sugar intake. I tend to eat junk food when I'm stressed, which often leads to breakouts. This has taught me that my body does not respond well to unhealthy foods, and I need to prioritize a healthy lifestyle to maintain good skin.

"Just trust me, you'll be fine" :)

Growing up, I didn’t give my skin any thought. I wasn't the type to take care of it. I didn’t care if my wounds left scars on my skin or if they left marks. What mattered to me back then was my happiness, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

As I got older, my family would constantly tease me about it, calling my skin ugly because I didn’t take care of it. At first, their teasing didn’t bother me, but over time, it started to affect me, and I became insecure about my skin. When I was in 7th grade, that’s when my insecurities really kicked in—acne on my face, back acne, and scars all over. When the pandemic hit, I started trying different products to get rid of the acne. Some worked, but others didn’t. I eventually stopped buying different products because my mom took me to a dermatologist. That’s when I found out I had sensitive skin. I wasn’t supposed to use harsh soaps or products not suited for sensitive skin. The dermatologist recommended a product, and it worked well for me. But after I used it up, I stopped again, and my skin went back to how it was before.

Now, I’m using a different product for my skin. I just use Garnier, and it suits me. I don’t experiment with different products anymore because of my sensitive skin. I still get insecure about my skin sometimes because it’s not clear. But as I grew older, I realized that it’s really important to take care of your skin while you’re young and to give it the attention it deserves.

But as time went on, these bumps have been getting worse than I thought, and then it became a full-blown breakout. It was a difficult period for me to face since it was my final year of my grade school. My self-esteem and confidence shattered as I struggled to come to terms with my appearance.

Then I came to think of it as my time to take an early action since it affects me wholeheartedly. I started taking care of my face and washing it with Celeteque since it was recommended for me for its gentle formula that was suitable for me at the time. And as time passes, celeteque works on me, and gradually my acne and acne marks fade as time goes on. It was a humbling experience, and now I embrace it without taking it for granted.

As time passed and as I grew older, my asthma seemed to get better. But one day I noticed a new change towards my skin in my palms: my skin in my hands started reacting. It began from small patches on my palms which soon spread on my both entire hands as the days passed it became more severe.

After my parents took me to the doctors and took several different tests, it turned out that my asthma had evolved into a skin asthma which is also called as atopic dermatitis. A condition which is part of the same allergic response, just manifesting in different ways.

Growing with a skin asthma was a struggle to me. The itchiness often made it hard for me to concentrate, and the appearance of my skin made me self-conscious. I had to adapt a new daily routine before, like using special creams and avoiding triggers like certain fabrics, oily foods, and soaps. Despite these challenges, I found a way in learning how to manage my condition and connecting with others who faced the similar struggles.

My journey from childhood asthma to skin asthma taught me resilience and adaptability. It was a reminder for me that  while some battles with health may change over time, the strength to face them remains a constant part of who I am.

Unlike some of my peers, who seemed to glide through adolescence with smooth, hairless skin, I had an abundance of body hair that made me stand out. It wasn’t just that I had more hair; it was that it was more visible. At that age, differences were not always seen as unique or special—they were often sources of insecurity.

Yet, this journey also taught me resilience and self-acceptance. The process of grappling with my body hair forced me to confront my insecurities head-on. I learned to find strength in embracing my natural appearance, realizing that my worth wasn’t tied to conforming to a specific beauty standard. This was a gradual process and not without its challenges, but it helped me develop a more profound understanding of self-worth and personal identity.

In recent years, the growing body positivity movement has been a source of inspiration and validation. Seeing people embrace their natural bodies and challenge conventional beauty norms has been empowering. It has reinforced the idea that beauty is not a one-size-fits-all concept and that diversity in body types and features should be celebrated rather than hidden or altered. I also agree with what my sister said which is "love your own imperfection, and let no one judge you about it."

Looking back, I realize that growing up with a lot of body hair was more than just a personal struggle; it was a significant part of my journey toward self-acceptance. It taught me to appreciate my uniqueness and to challenge societal expectations. While it was not an easy path, it ultimately led me to a place of greater self-understanding and confidence. Now, I view my body hair not as something to be hidden or removed but as a part of who I am—a reminder of my journey and the strength I’ve gained along the way.

I just used a cleanser that I believed in the whole time I was in highschool, not knowing that it is not suitable for my face type.

Confidence is a huge factor in how we see ourselves, and for me, my skin played a big role in that. I didn't realize back then that everyone's skin is different, and what works for one person might not work for another. I used to think that using any cleanser would help, but I didn't know how important it was to find products that actually suit my skin type.

Now, as a 12th grader, I’m more aware of how to care for my skin. I’ve learned that my skin type is sensitive, and using the wrong products can actually make things worse. I've developed a daily skincare routine that focuses on gentle cleansers, moisturizers, and sunscreen, and it's made a big difference. My breakouts are more controlled, and my skin feels healthier.

What’s even more important is that I've realized taking care of your skin isn't just about looks. It’s about feeling good in your own skin, being confident, and understanding that everyone's skin journey is different. I’m glad I’ve learned this now and can continue improving my skincare routine with better knowledge.

Let’s start on how i got a blister or flayed skin.

It happened when i had a bowl of noodles on top of a pillow in my lap, then i accidentally hit the bowl with my elbow ( the noodles was boiling hot) then when it spilled it got on my thighs, and as any kid will do I panicked, and when i touched it, a part of skin came off and i had to be brought to our local clinic to be treated. but eventually after a few months my skin or scar healed and returned to its original.

Then about my acne, when i was in gr 10 following through grade 11 i had les acne, pimples on my face, it was almost smooth and clear sadly it got worse on the following years because of stress:)

Fast forward to this current year it slowly vanished but it was replaced with the things called sebaceous filaments and some blackheads unfortunately.

Basically more stress=more acne:))))

Something felt different within my body. Its like mini outbursts of uncomfortness was felt throughout my skin. But I just ignored it at first. However, the parts where those outbursts was felt started to feel itchy. Then soon hives popped out all over my body. Every now and then, it still comes back. But its usual pattern of attacks was at night and when it's cold.

Honestly, until today, I have no idea what it is. What I know is that my older brother also had this skin problems back when he was at my age. He had these hives for months and kept struggling everynight as that's always the time where those hives start to pop out again.

luh mukha po bang ginusto ko toh? charizz.. Yes, the photo that is attached there is an image of my skin sa legs and arms. As you can see, there are dark spots, which can be called hyperpigmentation.

What is hyperpigmentation? Hyperpigmentation is a common condition that makes some areas of the skin darker than others. Hyperpigmentation can appear as brown, black, gray, red or pink spots or patches.

What can be the main cause of Hyperpigmentation ? sun exposure, infection, pregnancy, health conditions, hormones, acne and more.

in my case the main reason of my hyperpigmentation is because of the bites of insects like mosquitoe bites. I started experiencing this since I was 9 years old, this dark spots is very hard to remove. as I grew older I  learned how to handle and take care of my skin. I tried soaps and ointment called “sebo de macho” to help my  dark spots fade away to be honest it is a very long process since you cant just see the effects in weeks or a month… because you have to be consistent

my struggles having this is that I lost self confidence because of my body. I often compare my skin to the others… I often wear pants and jacket to cover them. and as I have mentioned I have to keep doing the same process to take care of my skin and when the scar is already healed a few days or weeks there will be a new dark spot:(

I started with the basics: cleansing, moisturizing, and eventually, spot treatments for the acne that would erupt at the worst times. As I learned more, I began to understand how diet, stress, and routine all played a role in the health of my skin. Over time, I noticed a subtle lightening in my skin tone, which I attributed to both the diligent skincare routine and a more balanced lifestyle.

Amid these changes, my skin carried its own stories. A small birthmark located on the midline of my back has always been a quiet companion, a unique mark that feels like a part of my identity. It's a reminder of who I am, unchanged by time. My knees, on the other hand, are adorned with a faint scars from childhood adventure. Each one a testament to a day spent playing outside, full of energy and curiosity.

Recently, I’ve noticed strength marks appearing on my hips and legs. They’re a new chapter in my skin’s story, reflecting my growth and change. While they initially made me self-conscious, I’ve come to see them as a natural part of my body’s growth. They’re reminders of my resilience and the way my body has adapted through life’s various stages.

Despite the efforts and adjustments, my face remains prone to acne, especially during my period. It’s a reminder that skin care is an ongoing journey, not a destination. But I've learned to view these breakouts not as setbacks but as part of my skin's story — a narrative of resilience and growth.

As I reflect on my skin’s changes, I see more than just changes in tone or texture. I see a record of personal growth, a patchwork of experiences, and a canvas that tells the story of my adolescence and self-care. Each mark, scar, and imperfections is a chapter in the ongoing story of who I am and who I am becoming.

I can't explain what happened. It was a third-degree burn. The water was too hot and it was a painful burn. I remember screaming and crying while immediately running to the bathroom to grab water. As the water was running, I saw my outer skin separate from its underlying layers like it was peeling. I didn't understand why there was no blood and what was going on since I didn’t have any knowledge about the skin. I was clueless and only had my sitter in the house with me.

Fast forward, I had two laser surgeries to heal my skin and though the doctors did everything they could, it never fully recovered. I was only six years old. When I overheard my aunt speaking to the doctors that my skin would never be the same again, it felt like a part of me was lost. The thought of not being enough and that I would never be the same as everyone else was always on my mind. From then on, I saw myself as flawed. I became embarrassed and insecure about my skin, believing that accident defined who I was. Though my skin eventually healed, it left behind a scar that I carried not only on my body but also in my heart.

It was a journey of both healing and acceptance. It felt as if my skin had become a reminder of everything I wanted to forget. It was scarred and fragile. I struggled to understand why it looked different, why my skin wouldn’t heal the way I wished it would.

As I grew older, I made mistakes—mistakes I didn't want to happen. Like everyone else, I am not perfect. I have come to realize that those mistakes don’t define who I am. Same with the accident, I didn’t want it to happen and I was only a kid. It happened to teach me something, to help me grow. It became a lesson, pushing me to improve and become a better version of myself. It taught me to become more cautious as well as the importance of self-awareness and gave me a new perspective in life.

Few years after, I learned to care for my skin. I tried oils and lotions that would help soothe it, even if the scars remained. It took years to accept that my skin was still mine and that I deserved to care for it with love and patience.

I've learned how to accept myself as I am. My mistakes, skin, and skin tone because it makes us who we are. We don't have to be perfect to be loved, we are worthy of love just as we are. Give yourself the love you've been giving to others. You deserve it too.

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This sudden change in my skin took a toll on my self-esteem. I became extremely insecure and felt the need to constantly wear a face mask or apply makeup whenever I left the house. The thought of going out with bare skin made me feel uncomfortable and exposed.

But as time passed, I began to learn more about skincare and how to care for my skin. I started to understand what worked for me and what didn't. More importantly, I began to embrace my skin, flaws and all. Now, I’m much happier with my skin and have learned to love it, even though I still experience breakouts from time to time. I know that taking care of my skin is a journey, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come.

Scars, acne, dark marks, and bruises have accumulated—some still visible today.

I wasn’t a mischievous child, merely a clumsy one. During my youth, I paid little attention to my skin's condition. However, as puberty began and high school started, reality struck. I noticed an unusual amount of hair on my arms and legs—an uncommon for young girls—which marked the onset of my insecurities. Puberty also brought acne, primarily on my forehead and neck. My parents explained these issues were hereditary, which, while providing some solace, did little to ease my insecurities.

Dark marks on my legs and feet worsened during the lockdown period. Doctors attributed this to poor eating habits and a developing allergy to my cats—beloved members of my family. This diagnosis was alarming. Motivated to address the issue, I improved my diet during quarantine and maintained cleanliness for both myself and my pets. With the aid of creams and vitamins prescribed by our dermatologist, these dark marks gradually faded.

My skin, especially on my legs, bruises easily—sometimes appearing in hues of black, purple, or green. The origin of these bruises often remains a mystery. A medical evaluation revealed that I had low blood levels, a condition I continue to manage. This discovery alarmed both my parents and me. I was advised, yet again, to eat healthier and correct my sleep schedule. My skin also reveals my emotional state— with permanent smile line, whether I’ve been crying, staying up all night, laughing, or feeling exhausted.

Our skin serves not only as a protective barrier against external elements but also as an indicator of our internal health. It is crucial to listen to these signals, telling me that I have to stop this, I have to improve that.

This reflection on my skin has reinforced the idea that, while it bears the marks of my past, there is always room for growth and change.

“To grow yourself, start from knowing yourself.”

When i was in eleventh grade, an attempt to speed things along and get my hair curled as quickly as

possible, I mistakenly brushed the hot iron on my neck. Searing pain brought me right back to reality. A red mark popped up immediately, and within no time, it darkened into a peklat, a reminder not to pull the same stunt.

Now when I look at myself in the mirror, it is a bittersweet picture of healing acne and scar: a story of self-care and learning; a reminder to be patient with my skin and a little more careful with hair tools.

Burn marks the on in the picture is one of many burn marks that I have on me because of being clumsy around objects that produces heat often I accidentally touch or graze them and sometimes I touch an object out of curiosity that is how I get my burn scars on some parts of my body.

Eczema although it was recent but I didn’t know I had one at first but when my mother saw it she was shocked that I didn’t knew it and started buying products to cure the eczema on my head my mother bought shampoo and cream for the eczema and after a week it went away thanks to my mothers quick observation on me and I am very thankful of my mother of that and because of it was handled very quickly and cure immediately.

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