From the time I was 8 until I was around 10 years old, I had some strange breakouts that plagued me (and my poor Mother while we were in France!). I got teased quite a bit because of it. When kids called me the traditional, silly, childhood names reserved for acne I wasn’t really bothered because they were mislabeling the issue. They weren’t zits, but nobody really knew what was going on with my face. At one point it all just cleared up, and since then I’ve always been the kind of person who found pride in being able to wash my makeup off with soap and water and still have pretty flawless skin.