this photo has nothing to do with the story below.
i am a thirty year old girl who still has problems with acne. sometimes, it makes me feel young and teenage-like. but most of the time, it just annoys me and lower my confidence. last week, i had to deal with five big pimples. i feel like teenager, browsing the skin product aisle, looking for the most potent acne cream.
tired of my dotted face (and ari kept nagging), i went to the dermatologist today. i’ve always hesitant to go to dermatologist, especially here in Singapore. most Singaporeans care very much (if not too much) about their looks, and would go into extent of spending a lot of money to improve their looks. so, cosmetic dermatology and surgery is huge here… and i don’t want to get sucked into it. i’ve always imagined that i would leave the dermatologist office with a bag full of skin treatment that i have to carry everywhere and an appointment for some kind of expensive surgery or treatment. yikes!
but these pimples annoys me. so i went.
there, i found out that i have many things on my face ( “wow, you have many things on your face!” — the dermatologist), such as scars, dark spots from sun and aging, blackheads, whiteheads, warts, and of course, acne. i knew it was coming, and last night i have prepared myself to hear that, but i can’t help feeling soooo ugly!!
she offered me a few treatments and gave me a few booklets. those treatments range from $S500 to $S6000. damn expensive!
so, as you may have guessed… i walked out of the office with a white paper bag with seven bottles of cream and serum, and an appointment for tomorrow to get some kind of laser treatment.
yep. it has become a reality.
i guess, my fear of dermatologist is actually a fear of unable-to-resist all those cosmetic stuff. i just want to be pretty!