I have a recurring anxiety dream which wakes me up in tears night after night: it’s my wedding day and I’ve paid a fortune for a make-up artist to try to hide the raised red acne covering my face.
But when she’s finished, I check the mirror and it looks awful. I run to the bathroom to wash it all off and try again, and again. Nothing works, it’s just not right. The process takes too long and it’s too late. I miss my wedding and everything gets cancelled.
Acne has blighted my life since the first spots appeared when I was
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