I have very bad acne scarring (mostly boxcar/ice pick/rolling scars, not so much discolouration these days). I’ve spent nearly £7k over the years on all sorts of treatments ranging from fractional lasers to microdermabrasions to subcision, to very minimal results, so it’s not as if I’m a slob who doesn’t care.
As luck would have it, my experience with makeup (even the ones that are often mentioned on here) is that it either 1. Breaks me out or 2. Makes my depressed scars look worse in harsh lighting. That essentially means that I don’t really wear makeup anymore.
Anyway, I’d been living with it for a few years now, and to be frank, I was at a point where it stopped affecting me because to me it’s just another part of my face. Today though, I had someone say what’s in the title to me and I’m back to obsessing over it!
AIBU in thinking that no matter how much time has passed there will always be some things about ourselves we’ll never be comfortable with?