The Origin of Pimples...

Dear journal,


A certain pimple tribe is having a party on my face. I told them already to go away, but they don't seem to comprehend how anxious I am because of them. I don't give them water nor food, but they always come and settle on the perimeter of my face. I guess a place to stay is all they ever wanted.

Everybody would probably concur that having pimples is a major situation that everybody dreads. When you first glance at a person, you look straight at their face and not their feet or their neck for that matter. It is in the primary degree of first impressions where we decide if somebody is pretty, ugly, or somewhere in between. Admit it or not, we see people with our eyes first before we look at them with our hearts.

When we were kids, some of us would laugh about other people's flaws and feebleness. We were even fond of calling each other names and would altogether laugh at how funny those things sound. We were naive and insensitive, but some got hurt because of how true some of the words were. We were children then with silly games and foolish ways. Some of us have outgrown those childish ways, while some have remained their infantile selves.

I was chatting with my mother yesterday when she noticed my not-so-clean face. See, even my mother was bothered by the zits that are like blinking neon lights for everybody to see. According to some people, vanity won't take you places, but I beg to disagree. Yes, vanity is not a sin if handled with caution. It is but a reminder to take care of yourself more. Narcissism is a different story though.

As we become more mature and more considerate, we will be able to go beyond the physical paradigm, and transcend to an acceptable view of others. When that time comes, discrimination based on looks will cease to happen, and the pattern of social injustice will come into a new order. Sounds intelligent, right? But you know, it is just me justifying the unwanted pimples on my face.

Remember, lightning could strike anytime... c",)