I'm breaking out like a teenager and it's ridiculous. My face looks like a pus-filled pizza {yummy} and I can't see any light at the end of the tunnel (please tell me there's a light!). As soon as one zit is zapped, a relief pimple is called in to take its place. Since I closed up the milk cartons, it's as if someone is trying to help Barrett learn connect-the-dots on my face. I don't know if my body is trying to prepare me for the casting of Teen Mom or if it's getting back at me for mostly blemish-free high school years but whatever the cause of this calamity, it needs to take a chill pill (or I suppose chillax is the term the young kids are using today).

Having bore a child from my very being just one year ago, my hormones have seen more ups and downs than a newlywed's mattress. Like many other moms out there, I was flabbergasted by the innumerable changes I experienced. For the entire year of breastfeeding I dealt with mondo mood swings and my skin teeter-tottered between scaly and dry to glossy and oily. My appetite for all things salty swayed more toward the all things sweet side and my hair lost much of its oomph I so loved. Since I've boarded up the boobfet, much of these issues have subsided ... except the acne fest that has set up shop on my chinny chin chin. What is one to do about this...?

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