acne

some days, my acne feels louder than anything else about me. it sits on my skin, but somehow it reaches deeper, into my confidence, and into how i show up. i catch myself looking at old photos, back when my skin was clear. i look at that version of me and think, i miss her. and it hurts a little, like i lost something i did not realize i had. i know it is just skin, i know it will pass. but right now, it feels heavy in a quiet way, like carrying something no one else can really see.