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Most people know me as Kimi.
I'm a seventeen year old long-distancer living in Scotland. Currently I'm in my final year of high school, waiting on responses from university. A teacher and mummy are amongst the things I want to become someday. I love to create. Please feel free to message me any time - I really enjoy getting to know new people!
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Looking at unedited photos of myself

is making me feel down recently, because my skin is a complete disaster.  I went to the doctor on the 19th about this, and I’ve been put on yet another pill and more antibiotics to try and fix things.  The last pill I was on has totally ruined my skin.  I’m trying to not let it get to me, but my skin is at its very worst and no amount of makeup is going to conceal it this time round.

I guess this is getting to me so much because I’ve made massive changes to my lifestyle to improve my skin.  I eat healthily now, drink my two litres of water a day.  My skincare regime is strict as hell.  And to know that one tiny little pill has wrecked my skin despite all of my other efforts is crushing.

My skin is the only thing I am actively self conscious about.  And when I say actively I mean that seeing it in the mirror changes my mood completely.  I can live with having a wonky nose and funny eyelids and one boob that’s smaller than the other.  But my skin really bugs me because I used to have really great skin.  Of course, not all of this is down to the pill - my dad had crap skin and has passed it on to me during the puberty period - but to be told by a doctor that the pill I had been put on is the most likely cause… I mean goddamn.  Since starting that pill, my skin got worse than it was before, and I went back to wearing full-face foundation as a result because I was embarrassed about it.  But now that not even that’ll hide it… I just feel low as hell. 

It doesn’t help that I’m pale as a sheet.  If my skin was darker, my spots wouldn’t look so red and raging and furious.  But I’m not.  I’m the whitest goddamn person I know.  In bright sunlight I blend in with white t-shirts.  And I hate when people say “just get a tan!” because I’m proud of my skin being as pale as it is and anyway - I don’t tan.  I go yellow.

I’d say, “thank god for photoshop,” but having to erase 90% of your face because one tiny pill that’s supposed to stop me from being bedridden every month is just depressing. 



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Served up on December/27/2011
Allergy advice: literally the only thing I do in photoshop aside from fixing lighting and colour balance is get rid of blemishes. which right now is 90%...,

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  1. chntl said: Can totally understand how you feel right now this also happened to me :(
  2. hellonelo posted this