then & now
I was at the mall tonight with my aunt, and I walked by the "proactive" kiosk. You know, that amazing acne face wash that promises to clear up your skin. It got me to thinking about when I first met my dear husband and how very awful my acne was at the time. (But let me tell you, all that proactive did for me in high school was bleach all of my pillow cases). Anyway, I thought about that lovely husband of mine and how good he is for loving me through my acne-striken days. Guys, my acne was bad- sometimes I forget and then pictures remind me. So, all that to say, I decided to look through some of the pictures documenting my bad teenage acne (mostly because I enjoy the nostalgia, not to look at my face...) and I came across this prom picture. The pictures do remind me of my crater-face, but moreover, of the good things that came with high school; like prom with friends. Here we all are, 17 or 18 years old with our ridiculously shimmery prom attire. Now, we have made it through college & we've joyously celebrated each other's wedding as four friends (instead of just two best friends forcing their boyfriends to hang out). I am thankful for these friends, (and that my acne has calmed down quite a bit since high school!)
I was at the mall tonight with my aunt, and I walked by the "proactive" kiosk. You know, that amazing acne face wash that promises to clear up your skin. It got me to thinking about when I first met my dear husband and how very awful my acne was at the time. (But let me tell you, all that proactive did for me in high school was bleach all of my pillow cases). Anyway, I thought about that lovely husband of mine and how good he is for loving me through my acne-striken days. Guys, my acne was bad- sometimes I forget and then pictures remind me. So, all that to say, I decided to look through some of the pictures documenting my bad teenage acne (mostly because I enjoy the nostalgia, not to look at my face...) and I came across this prom picture. The pictures do remind me of my crater-face, but moreover, of the good things that came with high school; like prom with friends. Here we all are, 17 or 18 years old with our ridiculously shimmery prom attire. Now, we have made it through college & we've joyously celebrated each other's wedding as four friends (instead of just two best friends forcing their boyfriends to hang out). I am thankful for these friends, (and that my acne has calmed down quite a bit since high school!)
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I am thinking about getting a hinged frame to proudly display both of these photos.
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