When I was a teenager, I had terrible, terrible acne. One kid teased me about my “beard” because of the number of pimples on my chin (he was a wonderful, upstanding gentleman). I was the fifth most self-conscious person on Earth because of it. Later in my life when my skin had cleared up, I met some people with severe acne who were absolutely confident and comfortable with themselves, and it blew my mind. It showed me that I didn’t have to be insecure just because I had a highly visible flaw. There was no rule saying I had to be self-conscious because my skin wasn’t perfect. If you’re insecure
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