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oh, the vanity.

How old do you have to be to stop learning the same lessons?

I am thirty-eight years old, people, thirty-eight years old.

I had severe acne as a teenager.

Severe.

Honestly, even the word acne makes me cringe.

I do not care for it.

But the other words associated with acne are even worse.

And I am still struggling with the exact same problem.

And it feels so high school.

You know, the insecurity?

The looking too long in the mirror and assuming everyone else is looking at me and thinking about my face.

Ah – the horrendous vanity of that line of thinking.

The pride wrapped up even in self-pity.

Let me tell you –

you don’t have to be beautiful to be vain.

This much I know.

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