Before I learned about bacteria, I blamed my acne phase on sugary treats, stress and my parents for gifting me a terrible mashup of genetics.
Now, I’m a walking billboard for what not to do when you have acne. Listening to the wise counsel of fellow 19-year-olds, I decided to pop all those bad boys instead of properly treating them. Seven years later, I still have scars in my T-zone as a reminder of that mighty mistake.
