[Originally posted July 10, 2006 on MySpace]
My skin has been in something of a revolt lately (God knows I'm finding it revolting). Several smallish zits have popped up all over my face, stirring in me the desire for a tearful accusatory scene where I wail, "Did those six months on Accutane mean nothing to you?!"
The worst part, though, is that one of those zits has been sitting atop my upper lip, on the crest of the left point of the "M" formed by my ... filtrum, I think it's called. Lip Zits are their own special brand of hell: it's a zit, it's in a location with more nerve endings than the rest of the face and it's in a spot that's not only highly visible but a little dodgy as well.
Generally, I slap some concealer on there and it's at least partially hidden for the rest of the day. But at the gym, all makeup is toast; whatever isn't removed deliberately before class is soon sweated off. So for the past few days, I've had to walk around my gym with a Lip Zit, longing for a t-shirt proclaiming, "I don't have herpes, just lousy skin. Quit looking at me like that."
Try 1% hydrocortisone cream. It's really great on my mosquito bites, taking away the itch and shrinking the bumps to nothing. So I started putting it on all my skin eruptions. Better than windex!
Posted by: Anton | September 14, 2006 at 10:30 PM