Giving Up on Acne Creams: Did I Ever Need Them?

I threw away my benzoyl peroxide acne cream a couple of weeks ago, and so far, I see no difference in the amount or type of zits on my face, back, and chest. I didn't have bad acne as a teen, but I did, suddenly, in my twenties. Maybe all the acne creams, and diet changes, I tried this past decade were a waste of time, as someone with a systemic chronic illness affecting immunity. But as a young woman in a country highly valuing beauty, I felt pressure to keep trying. 

Now, I say if you want to leave your acne alone, leave it alone. If it's part of you, be you. Don't waste money, energy, and time changing something if it can't be changed.

That's the gist, but if you're curious about my late-onset acne, here's how it started, as recorded in my book:

I faced a challenge to my more positive attitude when a new symptom began in June. At first, I thought it was a rash on my face. But as it emerged on my chest, upper arms, neck, and back, I examined it, discovering it was acne, the worst acne I’d ever had. Each new spot took about a month to fade. I tried several over-the-counter creams and diluted tea tree oil, a natural remedy I’d found online, but none worked. Suddenly, I looked fifteen instead of twenty-one. I’d always been thankful that my illness hadn’t affected my appearance or made people stare at me. Now my appearance had changed so much that for the first time, I wanted to wear makeup be­sides lip gloss and was embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit.

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Darla Nagel is a biomedical copy editor who has an invisible chronic illness. She wants to educate healthcare professionals and encourage patients. If you want to receive quarterly updates from her, email darla.nagel{a}gmail.com.