Dear Pimple Taking Up Residence On My Face,
Okay. I never thought at the age of thirty two and a half that I would even need to write this letter. I was obviously WAY mistaken.
After I had Brynlie I thought, huh. It's that whole postpartum breakout thing. That was 9 1/2 months ago. You refuse to leave. My face has become your new residence. Yay me!
And to make it even worse? You have brought your friends with you. It's as if you are having a party on the left side of my face. Isn't there a teenager somewhere on earth that has yet to deal with you? Please?
You obviously think that because I am older I must need more company because there are three, I repeat, three pimples just taking it easy over here.
I think it would be best if we terminate this relationship before someone gets hurt. Although, honestly? You have hurt me enough. In my thirties? With pimples? I am sure the other moms on the playground will call me pizza face now.
One UnHappy Pimply Faced Thirty Something