Get Rid Of Acne Fast!

I am in advertising, and as such, my looks are every bit as important an asset as my razor-sharp wits, or my analytical, probing mind. I have always taken pride in my appearance, working from the time I was thirteen just to be able to afford my own pair or two of designer jeans now and then. However, there is something that still torments me from my earlier days and makes a flaw in my otherwise perfect exterior. Getting rid of acne scars has been a constant struggle for me, and when I can not win easily (which I almost invariably can), I have a tendency to get obsessed. Now getting rid of acne scars has become my obsession.

You see, I cannot afford all of the traditional treatments for getting rid of acne scars, but none of them seem to work quite right on my delicate and otherwise unblemished skin. Of course, I’ve done all of the easy ones first. I tried getting rid of acne scars with weekly skin peels and exfoliations, until my face was pink and almost raw, but to no avail. It seemed to do nothing at all for my complexion, although all of my friends raved about it. I even tried mud and nutrient soaks for getting rid of acne scars, as well as steam, heat, diet, and all of the other unorthodox treatments, but none of them did all that much for me.

I then switched to heavier methods to get rid of acne scars. I first used the laser resurfacing, which is supposed to work miracles. Let me just say that the only miracle was the price. I had no success in getting rid of acne scars, although I did go for multiple treatments. It is true that the laser somewhat shrunk my acne scars, and made them look less pronounced, but for that price, I should be able to demand perfection, and perfection is not what I got. Perfection means a smooth and flawless face, the only sign that your acne treatment has been a success. I even tried getting rid of acne scars with that new-fangled collagen method, but all I got was a puffy face, with spots now that feel rubbery and unnatural. I swear, I am thinking of suing that plastic surgeon who promises me the moon over and over again, but hasn’t even managed to make my face look decent.

You know, when I tell younger friends now about the treatment for acne I had been exposed to as a kid and further, the process I went through to undertake (or undergo) that treatment for acne, they scoff in disbelief.  They rubbish the details because they do not believe I had such advanced treatments for acne (some 30 years ago). 

Or they decide I am manufacturing details to entertain or shock them.  But I know…I swear to God and Goddess I am not making it up or misremembering. 

Here is the treatment for acne in the early seventies, in a time when such a treatment for acne was highly experimental:

I washed my face with soap and water.  (I used Ivory, my Mom’s choice of soap, one I still use today—with no acne, mind you.) 

I steamed my pores open further by dipping my head over (not INTO) a pot of boiling water, with a towel tenting my head and the pot.  (Do not do this at home unless someone is with you, to make sure the towel doesn’t catch fire, etc..)  Then, I opened an amber 3 or 4 ounce bottle of Retin-A, prescribed by our family doctor-recommended dermatologist.  I mixed a part of the bottle’s contents with Vodka.  Yes, Vodka.  I then applied the mix by way of cotton ball.

This substance burned.  The next morning, my face was bright red and begin to peel.  By the second and third days after the treatment for acne that few knew about or used at that time, my face skin was sheeting, shedding in embarrassing cascades.  I still had to go to school, and would resentfully wonder whether acne wasn’t less a subject of teenage derision than this treatment for acne was.

But the, by about the seventh day (if I recall correctly what seemed like months having passed so creepingly slow), my face was absolutely clear.  My skin was as perfect as that of the high school’s homecoming queen.  It was as shockingly lovely as it had been under treatment for acne hideous.

Now today’s treatment for acne includes Retin-A, or a derivative, I think, though I also remember some laws against it a few years back.  But this treatment for acne (now, in the 00s) is likely safer, less concentrated, less explosive…as, I would hope, more tests have been done on victims, I mean patients, like myself.

I still, despite the masochistic agony of such a sadistic, caustic chemical treatment for acne as Retin-A plus Vodka, swear by the magic of it.  And magic is a rare and blessed find…if you ask me.

Sincerely
Michael

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