A story of a girl avoiding personal responsibility.
Category: rants
On the day I realized my life was a political statement, I was sitting in the dermatologist's office, a small, white-walled exam room covered in pamphlets featuring beautiful women with clear skin. I'd sat on the same exam table a thousand times before; it's something I've been forced to do since acne colonized my face … Continue reading This is about what the doctor said next
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