I can't overstate how consuming and stressful this was. My face was on my mind all the time.
Managing a body-focused repetitive behaviour — be it skin-picking, nail-biting, or hair-pulling — is never really about correcting a physical ailment. It’s deeper than skin deep.
Today, at 27, I’m doing much better. My skin looks good, and my perspective has matured dramatically. Still, it’s hard to say when or even if I really feel like I've "gotten over" skin-picking. I still catch myself picking and feeling the urge, but I know my triggers. I know now that I pick when I feel anxious. I pick to feel in control of something — anything — but I don’t hurt myself like I used to. I know my limits, and respect the excellent job that my body does at healing itself.
My body is me, but it isn't all there is to me. And anyone who judges me — including me — on those grounds alone is missing the fuck out.
So, what’s my real skin-care routine? Self-love. I recognise my radical value and repeat it like a mantra whenever I feel blue.