I feel so ugly...

I really need to vent for a second... I’ve been struggling with these tiny breakouts all over my face, and honestly, it’s destroying my confidence. I feel so incredibly self-conscious. I’ve been seeing a dermatologist for months now—just going through the motions—but nothing seems to be changing. It’s frustrating, really. People keep telling me how beautiful I am, but I just can't see it; I feel terrible. I look at all these girls walking around the city with absolutely flawless skin—it feels like they're everywhere—and then there’s me, feeling like I want to hide whenever I step outside. Even when I'm talking to someone, I can't help but wonder if they're just staring at my blemishes instead of listening to what I'm saying. Every single morning, I find myself staring into the mirror for ten minutes straight, checking every possible angle, picking at my skin like some insecure teenager... even though I'm well past that stage. And yet, everyone insists it isn't even that noticeable—that they're just minor little spots! Why is it so hard for me to just accept this as part of who I am and stop obsessing over it?

Everyone thinks their issues are the center of the universe, don't they?
Just take a second to think about all those kids out there fighting terminal illnesses... maybe that'll give you some perspective.

By the way, I’m not trying to be a jerk here, I'm just saying.🙂

I feel for you. I was never one of those people blessed with perfect skin, and it was a massive struggle for me during my teenage years.
Maybe just accept that genetics play a huge role here, and even all the top dermatologists in the country won't be able to fix everything permanently.
Try to focus on your other strengths, because I am sure you have them. There are powders, blushes, and other cosmetics that can help camouflage imperfections to an extent, but please remember that your smile and your overall presence matter much more.😍
Ultimately, that is what draws people in, rather than having some perfectly smooth complexion....👍

p.s. An ex once actually told me that my breakouts were kind of sexy 😁
So, tell me how you feel about that now.....🙄

Amanda Flores2 said:I really need to vent for a second... I’ve been struggling with these tiny breakouts all over my face, and honestly, it’s destroying my confidence. I feel so incredibly self-conscious. I’ve been seeing a dermatologist for months now—just going through the motions—but nothing seems to be changing. It’s frustrating, really. People keep telling me how beautiful I am, but I just can't see it; I feel terrible. I look at all these girls walking around the city with absolutely flawless skin—it feels like they're everywhere—and then there’s me, feeling like I want to hide whenever I step outside. Even when I'm talking to someone, I can't help but wonder if they're just staring at my blemishes instead of listening to what I'm saying. Every single morning, I find myself staring into the mirror for ten minutes straight, checking every possible angle, picking at my skin like some insecure teenager... even though I'm well past that stage. And yet, everyone insists it isn't even that noticeable—that they're just minor little spots! Why is it so hard for me to just accept this as part of who I am and stop obsessing over it?

Just ignore it. Guys don't even notice that stuff. Honestly, they care way more if you have a bad attitude.

You simply cannot be unkind to yourself, my friend—it’s just not right... You ought to find yourself beautiful, because being beautiful is everything, period.

It’s just... when I start dwelling on it—honestly, I can get a little obsessed—it changes everything. You guys have no idea how much my entire personality shifts depending on how my skin is behaving. When I feel like I look good? I’m a completely different person—cheerful, smiling, just radiating positivity! But then, the moment I hit one of those phases where everything seems to go downhill and I feel like a total disaster... well, I just spiral. I get so fixated on it. My mom actually joked that she’s going to have to smash every mirror in the house just to save me from myself!

What you’re saying suggests that your self-love is conditional, based entirely on whether everything feels right at the moment.
Maybe you should try loving yourself unconditionally....
If you tell yourself every single day that you are beautiful, I guess you might actually start to believe it one day.

I’m dealing with the exact same thing, though honestly, my situation might even be a bit more intense than yours,
it makes me feel pretty lousy about how I look, and I don't think it's just some weird thing happening in my head.
The issue isn't even just my face; it’s my back too, which is easily the worst part. I’d love to actually wear decent tops this summer, but I have to constantly hide my back and shoulders,
but what really gets under my skin is seeing those girls who seem to have perfect, flawless skin looking totally effortless while I’m out here working ten times harder just to see zero results. It drives me crazy how people always assume breakouts mean someone is dirty, when in reality, I’m showering multiple times a day, using entire routines of specialized products, and being super careful about what I eat...
And yet, nothing works. I did just start on some hormone therapy, though,
which should hopefully finally kick in since it addresses everything from the inside out, so fingers crossed!

Lately, it seems like every girl in her early 20s is dealing with skin issues. Honestly, I was right where you are a few years back—just totally losing it. I used to absolutely loathe looking in mirrors!! It’s weird because my skin was perfectly fine through puberty and everything, but then I hit 21 and my face just went rogue for no reason whatsoever!!!
I spent so much time feeling miserable about it, trying to bury the problem under layers of makeup or testing out every random skincare product under the sun... eventually, I tried the Vichy Normaderm cream. I stuck with it for a few months and, honestly? My skin cleared up completely. I haven't had a single breakout in probably two years now (though I stopped using it once things settled down since my skin isn't even an issue anymore)

So, I’d definitely suggest giving it a shot. Look, I can't promise it'll be a magic fix for you specifically, but hey, you’ve got nothing to lose, right?
And seriously, don't sweat it too much!!!😛

I’m not entirely sure what you’re getting at here.

First off, "attractive" isn't some fixed metric you can just measure—
it’s purely subjective; what one person finds striking, another might find completely unremarkable.
I honestly doubt there’s any real way to be objective about it.
One person might be considered plain while another is stunning, but really, everyone has their own kind of appeal.
Besides, if you actually radiate positive energy, then
physical looks start to matter a whole lot less than you'd think.
Thinking you look bad? That’s just a feeling—subjective as hell.
Which means the fix is actually quite simple.
Just stand in front of the mirror and tell yourself:

"I look great." Boom.
That's all there is to it.☕

Honestly, you're overthinking it. You just need a little more self-confidence.☕

Honestly, if anyone actually understands what you’re going through, it’s me. It isn't even really about my skin; it's everything else, to put it mildly. I can't stand my hair—it's brittle, breaks constantly, and gets greasy way too fast. My face, my features, my entire body... I just don't see anything I like about myself. Not even my fingers, which feel blunt, or my bitten nails. Even my personality isn't exactly winning any awards.

Then there's the fact that some people actually seem to like me exactly as I am. My boyfriend won't stop telling me how beautiful I am, which honestly brings me to the verge of tears sometimes because when he talks about me like that, it feels like he’s describing a complete stranger. I simply don't recognize myself in his descriptions.

On the flip side, there's my mother, who never misses an opportunity to point out every single flaw, making me feel even worse about myself.

My friends tell me I'm pretty, too...

but I... I just find myself repulsive.

Is it just hormones?
Or maybe it's self-esteem, body image, or some other blah blah blah?

Do I lack self-confidence? Oh, absolutely. But it’s so much easier said than done—you know? Just stand in front of the mirror and tell yourself you’re beautiful. Well, that’s my routine: I stand there, tears actually starting to well up, repeating "you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful" inside my head... but honestly? It doesn't help a bit because I still feel just as plain as before. And then, if I really want to make things worse—I'll grab two different mirrors and wander around the house, searching for some extra flaw I might have missed. But then, once by some miracle my face finally relaxes, I get hit with this wave of happiness and joy that feels almost unnatural. My confidence suddenly spikes! And that's what really haunts me—am I seriously going to let some silly little imperfections dictate how I live my life? I don't want to, I truly don't... but I just can't seem to help myself.

It’s honestly exhausting being this hyper-aware of my own body every single second—it’s like I can't switch it off. When I’m out grabbing coffee or chatting with someone, I find myself spiraling into thoughts about whether I look okay under those specific restaurant lights, or if the lighting is doing me any favors at all. Even those awkward moments in an elevator, where that harsh, flickering fluorescent light hits you just right? I’ll literally just look down at my shoes and refuse to look up... it’s such a preoccupation. And the absolute kicker—the part that feels almost ridiculous—is that everyone around me constantly tells me I’m gorgeous. It’s like there’s this massive disconnect between what I see and what the world sees.

Oh goodness, I don't mean to sound harsh, but I honestly feel like I'm the most beautiful person in the world. No matter who comes along, I’ll always feel this way about myself. I suppose it's because I radiate such self-confidence, and I feel like nothing can really shake it.

Of course, if we're looking at objective reality, things might be different, and I know I have plenty of flaws and imperfections too. But that doesn't stop me from feeling truly comfortable in my own skin.
Seriously though, makeup can cover up just about anything, so please don't be silly—just take a look in the mirror and appreciate all those other wonderful qualities you have.🙂
I guess a person's true beauty really does come from their mindset, even if that sounds a bit cliché.

...looks like I've stumbled into a corner of the internet dedicated to hating on girls with clear skin...🤣 well, honestly, whatever. We aren't all built the same, right? You can't really hate yourself just because of that... I mean, you're more than just your face, surely? I don't guess anyone is actually shallow enough to think a complexion is someone's entire personality. Personally, I've never dealt with acne at all, so maybe that’s why I see things this way... but I really do think breakouts are probably the least important thing to stress over. Besides, do people seriously think that's all guys care about—whether or not you have a blemish or something??😕

I mean, whatever, man... some people have bad skin, some are carrying extra weight, some have tiny boobs, some have this or that.
Women, in general, just deal with way too many insecurities.
And honestly, half those girls with "perfect" complexions are just wearing a ton of foundation,
and... yeah, I know people who don't even have a single pimple,
but most people have a little something here and there, you know?
But hey, even if you have a few, it’s really not that big of a deal... especially if they're small, it's fine.
I mean, damn... it's more like if you've got some serious chronic illness all over your body and you're weighing 250 pounds and your hair is falling out and your face is a mess and whatever else... god.
In that case, you could still be a happy person, provided you actually like yourself.

And look, some people are just wired to be more insecure than others, it is what it is.
If you try telling yourself every single day—like, "I'm beautiful, I'm awesome, I'm gorgeous"—eventually, you might actually start believing it.
And maybe punish yourself for things like being unsatisfied with your grooming routine for ten minutes in the morning, or for every single nasty word (or even just a thought) you throw at yourself!

I mean, seriously, people are out here telling you that you’re a total knockout, and you’re still sitting there complaining about it?!
for me, maybe two people back in the day ever told me I was hot—actually, scratch that, it was probably just one person, and even then it was my sister when I put on a mini skirt, plus some friend who was definitely wasted at the time...

Amanda Flores2 said:I really need to vent for a second... I’ve been struggling with these tiny breakouts all over my face, and honestly, it’s destroying my confidence. I feel so incredibly self-conscious. I’ve been seeing a dermatologist for months now—just going through the motions—but nothing seems to be changing. It’s frustrating, really. People keep telling me how beautiful I am, but I just can't see it; I feel terrible. I look at all these girls walking around the city with absolutely flawless skin—it feels like they're everywhere—and then there’s me, feeling like I want to hide whenever I step outside. Even when I'm talking to someone, I can't help but wonder if they're just staring at my blemishes instead of listening to what I'm saying. Every single morning, I find myself staring into the mirror for ten minutes straight, checking every possible angle, picking at my skin like some insecure teenager... even though I'm well past that stage. And yet, everyone insists it isn't even that noticeable—that they're just minor little spots! Why is it so hard for me to just accept this as part of who I am and stop obsessing over it?

It’s crazy how much we get inside our own heads. Everyone has something they're tripping over deep down... 😉
For example, I don't even know what "tiny breakouts" really look like, let alone if they're small. I'm 99% sure if a girl had them, I wouldn't even notice at first glance. And even if I did, I honestly wouldn't give a damn...

Still, I'll share something with you that might help. Not too long ago, a girl I knew from back home and I ended up living together in NYC. We were roommates.
It never even crossed my mind that I was secretly into her. She wasn't conventionally beautiful or particularly hot, but she had something about her that made her lovely once you got to know her. One night, we threw a little bash at our place—a party, I guess I'm using the right word 🙂—and obviously, everyone had a few drinks. Five of us stayed over, but there were only two beds. Three of us (her, me, and another guy) shared one, and the other two shared the second. Under the influence, she leaned right up against me, everything became clear, and we drifted off to sleep. I actually had to nudge the other guy because he clearly wasn't paying attention while my hands were wandering under the covers since she was in the middle...
I didn't rush anything; I just let things play out for a bit...
During that time, she always seemed a bit washed out. She was like a plant that needed watering or a fish gasping to get back into the river; she just looked wilted...
Once I made the first move and we hooked up, literally just a few days later, she underwent an incredible transformation. You wouldn't believe it. She changed for the better by like 550%. She became a truly beautiful woman, gorgeous, a total knockout...
As time went on, she became more perfect to me, which had a positive effect on me too—I felt better, more upbeat, more positive, etc...

What did I learn? People need love. Without love, we become unattractive—truly unattractive.
She is someone with massive potential (whether for a career, art, or something else—it doesn't matter), but that potential was being totally misdirected... channeled into dissatisfaction, irritability, fighting, bitterness, and jealousy. A little love acted like a magic wand...

And one more thing... the less you obsess over your breakouts, wrinkles, lines, or stretch marks, the less they'll seem to exist on your body...

Maybe try something like this:
So, here’s the plan: baker's yeast—you know, the fresh stuff, whole, not processed—take it right before bed along with an apple, and just stick to that routine for seven days straight... you'll see those breakouts just vanish into thin air.🙂

I'm telling you, it actually works....

Side effects:
Well, let's just say you might be burping like crazy... but honestly, the results are phenomenal...