Then, puberty sets in. Welcome acne. Now, I've never had bad acne (which I am so thankful for). But I get a pimple here and there! And unfortunately, I didn't grow out of those tomboy days because even as a teen, I still liked to fight. And so, the scars kept coming.
The problem? The scars come but they don't like to go! I knew I was lovable, I just didn't know they'd love me so much that they'd never want to leave.
I didn't start wearing make-up until I was 17. I'm glad I waited a long time. It wasn't because my parents didn't let me, it just wasn't important to me. But that's when the pimples started coming: when the make-up went on.
Now that I'm older, I'm regretting those rough housing days and that pretty makeup! So, I'm very protective of my skin-almost to a fault. And I'm learning how to deal with colorful skin because it's not the same as white peoples (whose skin, most of the time, heals like brand new; like the magic erase cleaner pad!).
B. At night, it varies. I'm a product experiementer, as you see!