The mother of all pimples is having a party on my face. Not to be dramatic, but this sucker is big. It doesn't seem to be getting any smaller after five days. I have doctored it and nothing seems to help. It is partially on the bottom part of my lip and painful...which makes wearing lipstick and eating rather difficult.
Conversation I have last week with my mother.
Me: I hate this weather, my skin is so dry. Moisturizer doesn't even help.
Mom: Maybe, you should make an appointment with a dermatologist.
Me: Nah, I never get acne anymore. I doubt that will help.
It's like all the underground pimples heard me and decided to show me whose boss! I wore a ridiculously obnoxious floral shirt yesterday in hopes of distracting people from looking at my blemish (which is much too dainty of a word for what I got going on). I do not think my plan worked.