One video changed my perspective completely. In that moment, I realized that if I didn't build my confidence now, I might never be able to. Healing, I learned, starts from within.
I began watching self-improvement videos, saying kinder words to myself, and reciting affirmations every morning. I looked into the mirror more often, reminding myself that "beauty goes way beyond my acne."
I eventually opened up to my parents about my struggle with low self-esteem. They pulled me close and told me how much they loved me and how beautiful I was—if only I could see beyond my acne. That conversation made me feel lighter. It was the first step in my journey toward self-healing.
I started feeling better about myself. I also reached out to my friends and explained why I'd become so withdrawn. They understood and offered encouragement. To make up for lost time, we planned fun outings—to the arcade, the beach, and restaurants. Their support reminded me that I wasn't alone.
I also reduced how much makeup I wore. This time, I used it to enhance my features—not to hide behind it.
Curious to understand my skin better, I started researching skincare. I discovered that many people, like me, struggled with their appearance because of unrealistic beauty standards. I visited a dermatologist regularly, received proper treatment, and followed a personalized skincare routine.
I also made healthier choices—eating better, exercising regularly, and staying hydrated. After weeks of consistency, I woke up one morning and noticed that some of my acne had cleared. I was ecstatic.
But I knew it wasn't the end. Healing was not linear. There were days when new pimples appeared, when I was too tired to do my skincare routine, or when I felt discouraged. But I remembered what my dermatologist told me: "It's completely normal—healing takes time."
I even created an Instagram account and began taking and posting pictures—something I never imagined I'd do. For the first time in a long time, I didn't just look okay—I felt okay.