rs would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions Are you plagued with continuous acne attacks that never seem to go away? Calm down and stop blaming yourself or those facial acne cleaners. Let me tell you a story. My story.

When I was 15, I was traumatized by my acne. I sampled all kinds of acne cleansers, as well as other topical treatments, and even some internal junk, but nothing seemed to work. It was an awful phase in my life. I was just starting to try to flirt with girls, and looking for a girlfriend, but my terrible skin condition made me feel too diffident and ashamed to even approach them. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, looking back on it, but it seemed that none of them were at all interested, and that no one wanted to talk to me. It might have been adolescent insecurity, but all of the acne cleansers that I used seemed to do nothing, and my self-esteem continued to go down hill at accelerating speed.

Then I realized that acne cleansers would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions a

e. I sampled all kinds of acne cleansers, as well as other topical treatments, and even some internal junk, but nothing seemed to work. It was an awful phase in my life. I was just starting to try to flirt with girls, and looking for a girlfriend, but my terrible skin condition made me feel too diffident and ashamed to even approach them. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, looking back on it, but it seemed that none of them were at all interested, and that no one wanted to talk to me. It might have been adolescent insecurity, but all of the acne cleansers that I used seemed to do nothing, and my self-esteem continued to go down hill at accelerating speed.

Then I realized that acne cleansers would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions

r a girlfriend, but my terrible skin condition made me feel too diffident and ashamed to even approach them. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, looking back on it, but it seemed that none of them were at all interested, and that no one wanted to talk to me. It might have been adolescent insecurity, but all of the acne cleansers that I used seemed to do nothing, and my self-esteem continued to go down hill at accelerating speed.

Then I realized that acne cleansers would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions

o one wanted to talk to me. It might have been adolescent insecurity, but all of the acne cleansers that I used seemed to do nothing, and my self-esteem continued to go down hill at accelerating speed.

Then I realized that acne cleansers would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions

rs would never solve the problem, and that I would have to take care of it myself. My father sat me down and told me that, at my age, he had the same problem. There was the paralyzing insecurity, the acne cleansers, the various concoctions and treatments, the girl craziness. Then, he finally found something that worked. It wasn't the acne cleansers; no acne cleanser can really do anything to completely halt teenage insecurity. It was a matter of taking himself in hand, and realizing that he could do anything that he set his mind to, and that he was good enough just as he was.

Personally, I thought that this was just an empty pep-talk when I first heard it, and I decided to keep trying the acne cleansers. Sure enough, eventually I found one that worked just fine, and did help me out a little, but not enough to really cure all of my pains. Then I realized that, by themselves acne cleansers weren't really enough. My dad had been right about that part! I needed something else.

The answer, of course, was proper diet. Once I started to exercise regularly and eat less fatty food, my acne began to really clear up. I can not say that it went away completely right away. That would be