I've told you all that I have PCOS. (I know, I know, like a hundred times) Well, one of the symptoms of this hormonal nightmare is acne. Now, I wouldn't say that I'm a festering pizza face, but I will say that I can get quite the breakout before AF comes along.
I really don't think I had this many zits when I was a teenager. It's horrible and I can't seem to avoid them. And they aren't little, oh no, they are the whopping, red and angry kind.
The other day my daughter came home with a project she did in Pre-K. Every month the kids create new place mats for their classroom snack. At the end of the month, once a new mat is made, they get to bring home the previous month's laminated masterpiece.
Her place mat had her name in big, bold letters and below that was a drawing of a person.
"R., I love your place mat! Here you have your name and your drawing must be you!"
"Thank you mommy, but that's you."
"Oh! What a nice drawing. You even included my belly button!"
[giggles from R.]
"But one question, what's that?" I asked as I pointed to a dot between my eyes.
"That's your zit mommy!"
Dang, I thought she had given me a bindi.