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This week I developed a white head on my nose. When I went to pop it (save your judgement) I came face to face with my ever present black heads. There was an army of them and I was hardly equipped for battle.
I should never come so close to a mirror. An overwhelming sense of self consciousness came over me. A pure hatred for my skin.
I'm listening to Rod Stewart, sipping wine and wondering why my nose feels like its sun burnt. I popped the zit two days ago and its still red.
Zits you have overstayed your welcome in my pores. I cut you off when I was 18. You're still lingering.
This weekend calls for a face mask and a yoga session to bring back my swagger.
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