When I was a teenager, I was known as the Acne King, with a face full of scores of black and white heads. My colleagues gave me that nick name with a real and visible motivation. My face was a talking running advertisement for acne. My peers, especially the girls, were according me with generosity their contempt, and I suffered much for it. Removing the ugly acne was more than a necessity.



My parents firmly had the opinion that my acne was the result of a poor diet. Eating out was not the cause of my acne, I presumed. The neighborhood fast food dished out a dose of junk, but a number of my friends ate out with me, even more frequently than I did and nothing happened. It looks like the popular belief was wrong.

The myth was busted out of my life and become to believe that anther myth was true. You can find other teenager related material at . It was about chocolate, but I couldn’t give up eating it, with the entire risk to remain the acne king for my life. I read many articles and medical new about this subject: the good news was that chocolate has nothing to do with my acne. It was a very good news, chocolate is making everybody happier.

My peers had a shocking opinion about my acne; maybe it was another myth about it. They never believe that it was the result of a specific alimentation, but the result of my constant and frequent masturbation. Why don’t believe them? For a while I did so. But any hot-blooded male, in this point of his life is doing the same. I was a teenage male and who doesn’t indulge masturbation during this period of his life? After another time, I realized that it was another myth, as false as the others. Was I so stupid to believe that my colleagues, my male friends who had no acne at all, did not masturbate? Not at all! I was again playing my myth buster role: I would believe that they were aliens! Another myth vanished for ever from my life.

Another myth, more veridical than the previous ones, was that acne is the result of too much dirt accumulated on my face. This myth had a genuine and even scientific support, so I believed it. But a logical reason comes to my mind: why my legs and arms, more frequently exposed to dirt wasn’t riddled with acne (or any other part of my body)? There are on the market several soaps and solutions especially made to avoid or eradicate acne; the famous anti acne remedy. I spend a major part of my youth washing frequently and seriously my face with this kind of cream, soaps and solutions. Nothing happened. I had the feeling than more I was fighting against my acne, more I was invaded by.

Desperate and without expectation to win this unfair battle, I gave up. I was surrounded by false myths and there was no way to eradicate the acne from my face. After a few years, after I was slowly grown out of my teenage, the acne disappears, on its own, without traces. Maybe some small scares are telling me something about those dark ages, but now my face is clean, pure and radiant!