LOVE LETTERS

From My Stress Pimples

Emma, 22, allergic to deadlines, obsessed with Sephora runs

Some girls get flowers when life gets messy. I get stress pimples — loud, red, and perfectly timed to crash every plan I have. They show up before dates, family dinners, or the one Zoom call where I actually need to look alive. If stress could slide into my DMs, it would do it through my skin. And honestly? I’m starting to think my pimples and I are in a very toxic relationship.

LOVE LETTERS From My Stress Pimples

Unwanted love letters

It always begins with one. A single pimple on my chin, glowing brighter than my highlighter, like it’s auditioning to be the star of my face. And of course, he never comes alone. By the end of the week, my jawline is basically hosting a group chat.

Stress never texts first

I do everything right — water, greens, skincare routines straight off TikTok. But the moment I start overthinking, stressing, spiraling? Boom. A breakout. No warning, no courtesy text. Just a loud, red announcement that life’s chaos has moved in.

Concealer can’t hide heartbreak

My coping strategy? Concealer. Layers of it. But pimples don’t care about coverage — they always find a way to peek through, like exes who “accidentally” like your Instagram story at 2 a.m.

Sephora therapy

One night, after crying into my laptop, I escaped to Sephora. I panic-bought a cream I didn’t even read properly until I got home. Turns out, it’s loaded with hydrolyzed hyaluronic acid (the plumping kind that drinks water for your skin) and these fancy Ceramide Prism things that basically rebuild the barrier I keep wrecking. For once, my pimples looked less angry, and my face felt like it had a chance to breathe again.

A complicated relationship

At this point, I’ve stopped fighting. Stress pimples are like toxic flings: they show up, they embarrass me, they eventually leave. But now at least I’ve got a little secret weapon that softens the drama. The glow always comes back — and when it does, it’s louder than any breakout.