I hate coming up with titles.

You know, it's funny. I've always hated my skin. I have really bad scars on my face, and acne, and it just never looks smooth and lovely like "it should" without some major help.

However, since I've moved to London, my skin has really started to clear up. It's at least all one level now, and I can cover it all up with makeup. I also got some really good concealer while I've been here, and so my skin does look good!

What's funny to me though, is that even though now the "one thing" that I've always been annoyed with (my skin) is finally starting to clear up, I'm focusing on other things that I don't like. For example, I've been being really finicky about my eyebrows, plucking them more often then I ever did before. While some may say that taking pride in my appearance is a good thing, I find it interesting that instead of taking confidence in the fact that my skin is clearing up, I'm choosing (consciously or otherwise) to re-focus my negativity to a different trait.

Who gets to decide the beauty standard anyways? Bastard.