*acne to be precise
I’ve battled with acne a couple of times now and boy oh boy is it zero fun at all. Not only is it frustrating and confidence knocking, there’s a big old stigma around it that it’s just about aesthetic and beauty. Which it is NOT! Obviously it’s on your face so you can’t hide it away from the world… and let’s be honest who wants to look at big old zits? But it’s so much more than that – it’s inflammatory, nasty and down right painful.
During my final year at school in upper sixth, my skin erupted with spots. No matter what the doctor prescribed, and I tried they persisted. Until we finally went down the old Roaccutane/Isotretinoin (Roacc) route. For any of you who haven’t heard of Roacc it’s basically the last resort for acne treatment, as it’s a super strong medicine which can have very serious side effects such as depression, kidney problems and if you’re a female taking it and happen to fall preggers you would need to abort the baby as it can cause serious complications to the baby’s development. This means you also have to have blood tests every month to check your kidney function and that you’re definitely not pregnant, alongside a consultation with your dermatologist. So, pretty strong stuff, but it generally does the trick for clearing up acne.