I understand that confidence is not linear. I’m gonna go ahead and expose myself a little here.
Last year, a time like this I had such bad acne. Before that, I never would understand the dent acne could leave on someone’s self esteem.
You know I was like” how? It is just acne, and acne should be normal” until it was my turn.
I kid you not, I made it a prayer item, the acne. It killed everything in me. Sadly, it also came with shame.
I dreaded the question “what did you do to your face?” Such a dumb question.
Everyday I would look at my pictures from before and beat myself up a little for not appreciating myself a tiny bit more.
I made a promise to myself, once the acne cleared I was going to appreciate myself more. One-year down, the acne did clear. Though my face isn’t yet back to it’s clear state but it’s waaaaay better from what it was last year. I am grateful for that.
But I feel like the acne went away with a part of me. I never look at myself the same.
I post on YouTube sometimes. Today I was in a whole mood of shooting a video, but one look at my face and I just turned off the camera.
Such days are inevitable I know, but I wish we never had such days.
And it’s on such days when my East African forehead decides to exaggerate.

Yaaaawns.
Cheers.