I jokingly like to call myself a fontologist. Really, though I’m a typographer. Or, more accurately, I’m a student of typography (i.e. I don’t actually create letters; I specialize in the design). So, in a lot of ways, I’m like a designer. In school, typography students end up taking a lot of the same classes as designers because, really, typography is a field based on aesthetics. To be good at typography, you have to understand what looks good. More importantly, you have to understand what’s stylish.
And, like with most designers, that bleeds over into my personal style. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Everyone knows a designer. And most designers are as nuts about their personal style as they are about their graphic design. I’m kind of the same way. Style is just important to me. I don’t mind spending a few extra bucks to put together an outfit that I think looks really great. I spend money on really good haircuts. I like shoes. You get the idea. It’s just… important.
That’s why acne was such a pain the butt for me for such a long time. I did struggle with acne for a while when I was younger. And, if you’ve ever had acne, you know how much it stinks. But in many ways, it’s even worse for a designer – someone who cares so much about making things look nice. So, having acne was a struggle for me.
Eventually, I got it under control (for those of you wondering, it was a combination of getting very gentle cleansers and eating much better, cleaner food). And let me tell you: it was such a relief to finally get to stop worrying about breakouts. I didn’t have to wake up in the morning dreading looking in the mirror because I didn’t want to know what new and monstrous pimple and popped up during the night. It took years, but I was finally over the stupid acne that had made my life miserable for nearly five years.
However (there’s always a “however” isn’t there?), I wasn’t totally done. Like many people who’ve struggled with acne, when I finally got it under control, I was left with dark spots. Dark spots, or postinflamatory hyperpigmentation, is basically a bunch of concentrated pigment left over from your skin healing itself. So, it’s a natural part of the process, and my dermatologist told me that these things actually go away on their own, but I still wanted to find something to help me now.
It took me a long time to find a cream that helped alleviate some of the symptoms I was experiencing. After trying a bunch, I settled for the Proactiv cream. Don’t get me wrong, though, this isn’t some kind of advertisement for Proactiv. There are plenty of creams out there that work just fine. The point is, really, that the creams do work.
And I guess my other point is that guys shouldn’t be afraid to try cosmetic products. Really, who cares? I think the most important thing is to try to be happy with yourself in the first place. If that’s the case, picking up a skin cream to help you increase your confidence really isn’t that big of a deal. It worked for me, anyway!