I had a date last night. However, the gentleman I matched with on Tinder and myself were not the only ones present. A pimple decided to come along too! The biggest, sorest pimple I’ve ever had – might I add!
Weirdly enough, I had been unwell for five days prior to the date, so I hadn’t worn makeup, nor had I drank alcohol or ate fatty foods during that time. So you’d think my chances of getting a pimple would have been slim. Perhaps the pimple knew I had a date coming up, so it thought it would have a little fun of its own by appearing right beforehand – sneaky little bugger!!
For someone who never gets pimples, to get one that big right on the center of my cheek is a problem and one I am not used to! I’m sure it wasn’t that noticeable to anyone else, but you know it always feels and looks a thousand times bigger when it’s on your own face doesn’t it?!
I spent the night prior to the date attempting to exorcise the monstrosity from my face! I googled of course, and tried some of the home remedies out there. I held an ice cube on it, I put lemon on it, I dabbed it with tea tree oil, eucalyptus oil and apple cider vinegar, I tried pimple vanishing cream on it, steam near it, a facemask, squeezing it, scrubbed it, cleaned it and just before bed I even layered it with toothpaste of all things! (This is supposed to dry it out). After all that, the pimple seemed to just get bigger and sorer. Perhaps I should have chosen one remedy and stuck with that! I think I must have aggravated it, don’t you?
Date day arrived and it was bigger than ever. What did I do? Covered the crap out of it with makeup of course! That’s sure to make it go away! Not! I don’t usually wear a great deal of makeup, but this called for foundation, powder and concealer. It even called for taking the concealer in my clutch to the date for safe measure.
I arrived at the date feeling a bit self-conscious. It’s funny how something so small and temporary can lower your confidence. But it did. I simply didn’t feel as confident as I would usually feel. But pimple or no pimple, my date and I met at The George in the CBD and chatted over red wine and had a pleasant time. He probably didn’t even notice the pimple. But whilst I was sitting there sipping away on my wine, I couldn’t help but think “Is he looking at my pimple?!”
What I really took out of this date though, was the fact that it was a pleasant evening and whether I had a pimple or not, would not have changed the outcome. He didn’t point out the pimple, call me ugly, or escape through the back door. The date went exactly the same as it would have had I not had the pimple.
So when we get a big pimple, a bruise or something less temporary such as a scar, perhaps we should think of it as an extension of ourselves and the lives we are living rather than a flaw. Perhaps we should tell ourselves that flaws are okay, that they are part of who we are and can be beautiful, we all have them and they definitely don’t need to lower our confidence.
It helped me realise that having a pimple really isn’t the end of the world, nor is it going to have a drastic effect on my dating life.
Have you ever gotten a big pimple right before a date? Or something else that made you feel less confident than usual? What happened and how did you handle it?
As always, would love to hear from you xx