I think I have been lucky and inherited my Mum’s good skin. It wasn’t until her late 80s and early 90s that she started to have blemishes on her face, though liver spots on the backs of her hands had always been apparent. I have them too.
I was fortunate not to suffer from pimples, zits or acne as a teenager, even at ‘that time of the month’, but you could guarantee that should something important be coming up, like a job interview or MY WEDDING DAY IN JULY 1977, the anti blemish squad went AWOL and I had a gem of a spot on my chin. Not one for wearing makeup or concealer, I made do with a skin tone medicated stick and you could hardly see it.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge 11th June: Blemish.