sometimes i have pimples. lately i’ve been looking at them as
b e a u t i f u l.
i wash my face everyday and use all natural products– i still get pimples.
one day i was feeling so bad about that.
i was like “maybe i should buy the harsh stuff again.. it worked”
And I felt so sad because I don’t want to put that shit on my face ever again,
but I don’t want pimples either, but I don’t want to strip my face of it’s natural oils just to combat some pimples. And the argument went around like that in my head for a while before I thought,
Why am I “combatting” my own face, anyway?
Then I thought about the Beyonce-pimple scandal last year. I thought about all of my friends and family — every face I could summon to appear before my mind’s eye. And you know what I saw?
All of us. I saw all of us with pimples on our faces.
And seeing that, I felt peace. something inside of me accepted it:
Pimples are a part of your face.
And then I started to wonder about these ideas in the first place,
and even the very definition of a pimple.
Because it’s not just “a small swelling of the skin, usually caused by acne; a papule or pustule”.
The definition is in the feeling.
The feeling you get when you see a bad zit
on your face or someone else’s.
A feeling of such intense revulsion
that you will douse your own skin
your own face
in harsh chemicals.
Rinse. Twice a Day.
How similar is this idea that we need a sterile face —
and are willing to strip it of its natural oils
and destroy its layers to have “complete control”
so dead that nothing will grow! —
to the belief that we need a sterile world?
That is it only good when it is sterile.
Sterile of anything brown and everything Black.
And that we must combat all that stands in the way of that.
To protect a system that teaches us kill over connect.
Death before empathy.
Destroy, don’t understand.
To accept that.
this world only exists because we are so submerged in its thinking in absolutely everything that we do; from the moment we wake up and wash our faces to the moment we finally ask why… Why do we regard a system that works and feeds off us hating ourselves down to the pores on our faces as… normal?
Is a pimple not an act of resistance?