Confession: I’m a pimple-popper.
I’ve been popping pustules since puberty. I can’t resist. The twinge of pain, the little “pop” I can hear as the swelled pocket of pus bursts. Watching the white fluid squirt from the wound as I watch my work in the mirror — it’s an unhealthy obsession, one that I can’t help myself from doing.

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