A Bad Habit
Okay, so out of all the items in the 30 Day Photo Challenge list, this was the day I was least looking forward too. I dragged my feet with doing today's assignment.
I feel like I'm standing here naked!
Hello, my name is Brooke. And I'm a picker. Not as in garbage picking. More like face picking. Any small type of blemish on my face, and I go after it. It's gross. It's an awful habit. I've done it forever. It probably started out when I actually did have acne as a teenager. And over the years it's simply continued as a stress outlet. Like someone biting their nails. A nervous habit of sorts. Only worse. And honestly, you can look at my face and tell just how stressed I am by how much damage I've caused to my face. It's my own stress-barometer. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm picking away at my face. And other times, I'm in the midst of my own personal crisis, and I can't keep my hands off my face. (Talk about needing therapy! You might just find me on My Own Strange Addiction on TLC one day.) At the moment, I'm a little stressed. You could say I've been that way for the past few months. And thanks, but a rubber band on my wrist for me to snap as a means of determent just doesn't cut it.
1 comments:
I am a picker too. Since my teens as well. Maybe we should try getting hypnotised or something??? Nothing else seems to get me out of this habit. (oh and I bite and pick on my cuticles as well.... :| )
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