Some time ago, as reported previously, my Grammy gave me some Proactive. One of the many joys of being a multi-ethnic person is my very oily skin (thanks, Dad) coupled with my ridiculously sensitive skin (thanks, Mom). I have alway had really crap skin. Luckily the brownish undertones of my (appallingly) pale skin have prevented this to be blatantly obvious to everyone in the universe (merely to every woman and 70% of the men).
I had previously been using Cetaphil to wash my face and Aveeno Clear Complexion Moisturizer to wash my face and there had been some improvement. Before that I have tried a number of things that I am too ashamed/lazy to relate.
Things seemed to be going pretty well with the Proactive, until last week. Last week a painful and massive (see also: hideous) zit appeared on my lower chin. It isn't super visible, but it hurts like the dickens.
You must understand that acne, for me, has never been painful (aside from mental anguish) until Jose.
Yes, I named him Jose. Jose has accompanied me everywhere for over a week alternately growing and shrinking and hurting and receding, like a respirating puppy. The day before yesterday I noticed, to my dismay, that Jose had decided to invite a few buddies over for drinks. I was now rocking three massive zits on my chin, line dancing along in PaPa Bear, MaMa Bear, and morbidly obese/exercise induced asthma suffering Baby Bear sizes.
So as an experiment, I shifted back to the Cetaphil and Aveeno combo yesterday, and this morning Jose is all alone and a wee bit diminished in size.
I have no idea why Proactive eliminated the majority of my tiny frustrating zits and yet grew a small farm of hideous, painful, zits ala alien babies springing forth from my body/toothy alien-baby incubator.
Now I am back to not knowing what to do with my face AND facing the fact that I am the sort of person who names zits and blogs about them.