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Monday, June 21, 2010

Seventh Grade Shame

I'm fairly sure no one is going to comment on this post, and I don't mean that in a reverse-psychology way. I mean it in a 'This post is gross' kind of way.

Today I woke up with a big, red, swollen zit on the top of my nose. One of those kinds that are deep and hurt. You know the ones. I massaged it with a wash cloth trying to get it to go down.

Didn't work.

So I packed on some makeup (concealer, foundation, powder, repeat) and went on my merry way.

By lunch it made it's debut. It had clearly doubled in size. The bugger was so sore! No more hiding under layers of meticulously applied makeup. And then, horror of horrors, it began to, you know, well... form a head.

Shame I haven't felt since seventh grade welled up inside me. How long had I been walking around like that before I went into the bathroom and noticed? How come nobody said anything? And then a more pressing question: Get rid of the beast and risk an even brighter nose than before, or attempt another cover up?

I rid myself of it. But there was nothing to do with the anthill on my nose that remained.

The first thing I did when I got home this evening was wash the little festering mound, and of course, my entire face. It feels so good to be makeup-less! And to have a pore refining mask on!

I get a few PMS flare-ups like anyone else, but never anything like today. At least not since seventh grade. I swear, if any of you reading this ever got a big zit and no one told you, I would. That's just the kind of friend I am.

P.S. You're all just lucky I decided not to put a picture on this post.

4 comments:

Mama Mia said...

okay. i seriously laughed out loud at your post. you are so funny.
and to make you feel a little better, and to prove to all of your readers that you are indeed telling the truth about telling someone when they had a zit.
let's go back.
remember when amie got married?
we were at the temple, and i was getting dressed into my bridesmaid dress, and i asked if you could zip me up? is it coming back to you yet?
well, you zipped up my dress, then proceeded to tell me how i had a 'blemish' on my back, but it wasn't that noticeable. (fyi, i thought it was so nice of you to call it a blemish instead of a zit. it made it seem less gross, i guess!)
i about DIED! i NEVER got zits on my back, and to make matters worse, i got one right when i needed to wear a bridesmaid dress that clearly showed it off.
but, alas, i thank you for being honest and telling me. otherwise i would never have known and not been able to try secretly covering it up!
haha! sorry for rambling. your post just took me down memory lane for a sec.
and i'm sorry about the large one on your nose. i hate all blemishes.
hope it clears up quickly.

Jane said...

Oh my gosh talk about shame! I'm sorry Mia! I wish I remembered that! How old was I? And I bet you still looked hot, so whatever.

Mama Mia said...

i know! it was in 2000....and i did look hot, indeed. zit and all! hahaha! (just kiddin)

Dani said...

gag. haha we've all been there.