This is my face.

I guess since I already did a little introduction post, it is time to post a picture of myself. So here it is....my face.

My face and I have known each other for quite a while. About 18 years, in fact. We've been through a lot together; cuts, scrapes, black eyes, makeup experiments, and quite a lot of acne. And through it all, we have always had quite a love/hate relationship. I guess I am the perfect example of a "victim of media's perception of women" or something. With my "huge" nose, "chubby" cheeks, and "gross" skin. I can remember that I asked my mom for a nose job for my seventh birthday. Even now, I poke and prod at my full cheeks, wishing I could have razor sharp cheekbones like the girls in Vogue. Despite all of that, I think my biggest qualm with my face has always been my skin. From ages nine to seventeen I had really bad acne. I caked my face with thick layers of foundation to try and conceal it, but it was obviously still there. I would obsess over pictures of  models and celebrities with perfect, porcelain (photoshopped) skin. Only in the past few months has my skin cleared up to how it is now. I can now manage to show my bare face around my friends and even in public (although I still love make up<3). At my ~wise, old age~ I have come to terms with my face because I mean, it is my face.