Posted: Monday, August 1, 2011 6:08:47 AM
The taunts and jeers have subsided now during my teen years, mainly because acne is no longer alien spots and my classmates have mostly grown out of it. But this wasn’t how it was only a year back; since elementary school, my face was the center of a novelty act, like monkeys doing cartwheels.
Except it wasn’t monkeys, but pimples falling off, as one story ran in my fourth grade. This was after I arrived in class, cherry nose and face fully dotted. My classmates didn’t know what to do with themselves—rather to laugh or cry out loud. It looked like buttered chicken pox, but then not really, and there were a lot of questions, a lot of pointing, and more whispering.
But it wasn't long before I walked into the door to, “Hey pimple face.” Sometimes, they would take whatever was at hand, say a corn dog, and compare it to my nose on a scale of greasiness. “See those marks?” they’d say to one another. “Don’t touch it, it touched her face.” I ended the year with my yearbook picture dotted in Sharpie and advised Pro Active, or at least to wash my face.
While I was in middle school, I was certain that boys matured backwards or not at all. The guy a seat in front of me during one of those puberty lesson turned around and pointed at my zits, “Hey, that’s what you have!” I flushed red, which didn’t help my face at all. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but what I wasn’t going to do was look at the seat next to me. The guy I’d been having a crush on didn’t either, nor ever.
I have to admit though; the advice that stuck came from a guy. I was walking back from the bathroom when he jammed his face in mine, “How do you go around like that?” He meant the spots, but I thought about it. How indeed?
When you’re a teen, there’s a lot on mind. Maybe the pimples, (which I still have,) the boys, but also what’s in store for the next couple years, and maybe a profession. I’m brooding through many and “zit face” isn’t on my list. Saying that, the years I spent as one are embarrassing. But how can you not be a zit face when you have zits? Plenty: Be able to stand in front of a crowd and blow out of a vuvuzela, karaoke at lunch, link arms and dance around in bikinis. Point is, be proud. It’s what cuts through the loudest jeers.