What Was the Origin Story of Your Insecurity?

How my insecurity festered and the impact it had

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High school is like the Hunger Games, a battle of survival that only the fittest win. However in this war, only the ones with the perfect bodies and skin would win.

My marred skin

I remember being sat in French class, probably around the age of 12/13. The blackheads. The girl next to me looked and me and bluntly told me I have blackheads on my nose. At first, I was puzzled. What was on my nose? It was a word I had never heard of before.

Then she explained to me what they were, these stubborn black dots on my nose. She identified a problem but also a miracle solution that would fix it. The Clean & Clear Blackhead Scrub.

The rapid solution

When I went home that day, I remember glaring in the mirror for a few extra seconds. Analysing the way my nose looked by tilting my head at different angles.

Thoughts cluttered my head about how noticeable they were. Wondering whether other people had noticed. Maybe other people found them as ugly as I did.

I remember the next time I went into town I made sure we stopped at Superdrug. I insisted to my mum that this wasn’t a want, it was a NEED. Because I…