By Dominick Hiddo
So this picture was taken first thing in the morning. All my soft and subtle blemishes. The lines in my face: in the corners of my mouth and the ever so light one in my forehead. The super light, bump-bity bumps canvasing my face that are reminiscent of goosebumps you get when the room is chilly. All my freckles, moles, and birthmarks. And unfortunately, there's that slight darkness under my eyes from living in this crazy world. It's all here. No photo filters or special applications used here to make me look a certain way. Nope. Nothing at all. I just washed my face with a little warm water to wipe the gunk out of my face so you wouldn't think I was a crazy person. And I have to say, at this moment in time I'm the happiest I've ever been with my skin. In my early teens through high school, I was plagued with pimples and acne all the time. Even as I made my way into my early to mid-twenties, acne and pimples would never leave me alone. Then, there was more drama: cracks in my face, clogged pores in my nose and in my skin. And to top it all off, my greatest fear of all came to the surface. I saw a gray hair.