ByEmily Dixon

Emily Dixon is an English Lit student who hopes to become a writer with clear skin and a wardrobe of printed two piece suits.

  1. For me, puberty brought with it sweaty hands, excessive angst and a drastically misguided faith in my poetic talents, but for the most part no skin issues. Instead, my face erupted with spots as soon as I’d crossed the threshold into adulthood, and in the years since I’ve devoted an embarrassing amount of time to fighting the acne scourge. I should note that I’m qualified to talk about adult acne only by my own splotchy…

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