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Getting rid of scars

Since I turned fifteen, I suffered from a severe form of acne that never left my face until I was in my late twenties. When that happened, I was left with a lot of scars on both of my cheeks and my chin. I tried countless creams and recipes in order to tackle the acne scars and the craters I had on my skin. Nothing really worked. Those ugly holes that looked like chicken pox marks were there to stay.

I used really expensive products, I tried creams prepared specially for me by compound pharmacies. I tried all sorts of natural remedies hoping that somehow, one day, I will get rid of these hideous marks. I even considered having some plastic surgery done, thus I started to save money.

For one year, I went back to living with my parents, so that I can save all my income for the plastic surgery. At that time, my father went to work as Plumber Toronto, so I could help my mother with the house. She tried as hard as she can to convince me that it was not as bad as I imagined. They insisted that having surgery was a big risk and they were not sure if it was worth. 

I understood their concerns, but they were not able to see things my way. It was easy for them to say things, since it was not happening to them. They did not have to wake up each morning and freak out at the sight of their own reflection in the mirror. Plus as a woman, I wanted to be attractive. I was tired of being Ugly Betty. I had been that all my life and I did not enjoy it. Not even a single bit.

I had heard all of my close ones lecturing me that beauty came from within, and that it was ridiculous to base my decision only from a cosmetic /aesthetic point of view. Well, I told them that I would gladly change my mind, if they were willing to live a day in my own shoes. Since that was not possible, they had to keep it quiet and let me be. I did not get it why everyone was so concerned about me. I was a grown up woman and I did not ask anyone to pay for my surgery. 

I had different doctors talking to me about onetreatment of scars or another, but nothing really made any sense to me, as I had already tried them all.

 

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A technology fanatic who is also crazy about little jars of creams, Lucille is THE columnist who crashes the trendy cocktail parties looking for exclusive content. Her life, of which she savors every moment, plunges her into the world of the most interesting innovations on the market today. Her blog invites you to discover her favourites and her moods.