I swear that the universe knows when I’ve got an important event coming up because the morning of, without fail, I always wake up with a fat pimple that’s akin to a small mountain somewhere on my face. Sure, I may have absolutely devoured a block of chocolate the day prior, but I don’t see why I can’t have clear skin and enjoy the finer things in life, like a Cadbury block of Top Deck. I break out often, so I always have an acne treatment handy in my bathroom cabinet.
