The Things That Save Us: Pt 1

Sebaceous activity best characterized my teenage years, so that I remember in brightest detail the glare of oil off my skin in my bathroom mirror.  I took to shedding my glasses at the door.  A fuzzy perspective soothed my whining self-esteem, and I genuinely found that seeing the oil slicks of infected zits through blurred eyes made me feel better about them.  That, or I simply couldn’t face the reality of excessive teenage hormones.

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