Quotes About Acne

I use an acne cleanser. I've always had that St. Ives apricot scrub. But I have bad skin sometimes.

Adolescence is just one big walking pimple.

I have really acne-prone skin, and unfortunately, my job requires a lot of makeup, so when I'm not working, I do my best to let my skin breathe.

I'm on many a pill for my skin... I feel like that's cheating but when I turned 18, out of nowhere I got acne.

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.

Rachel crossed her arms. "And the other three Oracles? I'm sure none of them was a beautiful young priestess whom you praised for her…what was it?…'scintillating conversation'?" "Ah…" I wasn't sure why, but it felt like my acne was turning into live insects and crawling across my face. "Well, according to my extensive research—" "Some books he flipped through last night," Meg clarified.

The Bungalow 4 counselor was a twenty-year-old college student named Eric who had terrible acne and wrote poems about the local girls who worked in the kitchen and how their breasts looked lonely but also beautiful, like melted ice cream.

bristly oxtongue, a weed whose scabby leaves looked as if they were afflicted by industrial acne.

A black Chevy coupe with acne corrosion passed in the opposite direction, and two aging black pickups.

The officer had super-fair skin, pitted a little from old acne, and it turned rosy in embarrassment. "My partner's a dick,

My kids both had acne, and I never saw a book dealing with the subject.

I'm an ugly girl, My face makes you hurl, Sad I have it, I should bag it. Acne everywhere, Unwanted facial hair. I'm a relation to Frankenstein's creation.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

I was a teenage girl once. I was not an overweight teenage girl, but I had really bad acne when I was 11 or 12 years old. It was heart-rending, and people made fun of me. People whispered when I walked by in the hallways, and I was sure they were whispering about me. My adult perspective is maybe they weren't.

I've been trying face products since I was, like 13, 12 years old. I use to break out a lot, especially in my teen years.

I've had more acne as an adult than I had as a teenager. After weaning babies, my skin's gone totally bonkers. I didn't even know about dermatologists until I had weaned my first baby, and my skin was so damaged. It was just beyond. And then, I realized, there's a whole doctor who can help you with this.

When I was in my teens and into my early 20s, I had acne. I used to get those big purple jobs, but not a lot of them, thank goodness, because you really couldn't see them in the films that I did.

I'm prone to breaking out on my chest and back because I work out a lot.

I use an acne cleanser because I do get breakouts, especially when I'm filming, and I use a toner to kind of help keep my oil under control with oil.

I remember once acting really cool on a bus with this girl named Stephanie. When I got home, I realized that I had a really big zit on my forehead. If you have acne problems, you really shouldn't be acting like Don Juan.

I used to have really bad acne and so there's a cream and a gel that I use.

My beauty routine has changed a lot since I turned 30. But also, being on camera more has made me dial in on my skincare and makeup routine. I have acne-prone skin, and washing my face with cleanser in the morning, using witch hazel to tone, and washing twice at night to take off all of my makeup has really made a difference.

I used to have terrible acne on my face: red, splotchy discoloration. And mucus - I was constantly blowing my nose. Then one day, this woman sits down next to me on a bus, and says, 'You're lactose-intolerant.' It all cleared up in three days. That changed my life. Doctors couldn't figure it out.

Is the soul damaged by acne, political madness, rigid or unloving parents? I think so, damaged but not mortally so. It becomes callused, barricaded, yet it's always there for the asking, always ready for hope. Some poet once wrote that we think we are drops in the ocean, but that we are really the ocean in drops, both minute and everything there is.