As a boy of fourteen I started to get sore lumps on my face, which were full of poison, my face would come up in a reddish mauve colour.
It would be very sore. I started to squeeze them and realised that I had ingrown hairs. My first encounter was on my check as i squeezed the lump and released the poison, then I could see a hair. I then got a hot needle and dug out the hair, not only one but nine hairs all curled up.
As a fourteen year old I was very aware of my face and would try to hide it. I was conscious of the scars and kids would call me names and I got into lots of fights.
After years of digging my face I became aware that it was apart of me.
I had damaged my face but it became apart of my features as to the way i look today.
When I got my first real girlfriend at 16 I realized that it was not a problem.
Girls bring out the best in us all.
I have no problem with the way I look now and I embrace every day.