Trisha spills the tea in her diary for TeenBook, sharing how she turned her “ugh, life’s so unfair” days into “wow, I did that!” moments. From epic fails to small wins, she proves that a little sass, a lot of grit, and some cheerleaders in your corner can totally change the game. Her story’s like that pep talk you didn’t know you needed!

Dear diary,

Ugh, acne strikes again! Just when I thought my skin was clearing up, BAM! This morning, there it was—a massive zit right in the middle of my forehead. I stared at it in the mirror for a full 10 minutes, trying every filter of my mental Instagram to see how I could hide it. Spoiler alert: Nothing worked.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “It’s just a pimple. Big deal!” But here’s the thing—it feels like a big deal. All I could think about was walking into school and everyone staring at my forehead like it was glowing neon. I could already hear the comments:
“Oh, did a mosquito bite you?”
“Why don’t you use some cream?”
“Wow, that’s… prominent.”

And let’s not forget the dreaded: “O my god, tere pimple hora hai!” Really? Thanks for the reminder, Sherlock.

I almost convinced myself to fake a headache and skip school. I just didn’t feel like facing anyone today. But then again, this wasn’t going anywhere in a day, and mumma won’t just let me skip school for a week!?

So I tried makeup. It helped, kind of. Except now I was paranoid about it melting off halfway through the day. What if someone points it out? Or worse, what if it makes my acne worse? Suddenly, it felt like there was no way out. Why is this one pimple controlling my entire day?!

Reality check

Then it hit me:  when was the last time I remembered someone else’s pimple? Exactly—NEVER. Why would anyone remember mine? And even if someone does notice, so what? They’ll forget in a day, tops.

But convincing myself wasn’t easy. I spent the walk to school debating whether to keep my hair over my face or act normal. Good thing school don;t have mirrors so I did forget about it in a while.

The turning point

Then during break, one of my friends casually mentioned she was trying a new facewash for her breakouts. I decided to share my forehead horror story. Guess what? She just laughed and said, “You’re stressing for no reason! No one notices this stuff. Or remembers it” Another friend chimed in, “Honestly, my skin has been weird lately too. Must be exam stress.”

Turns out, everyone’s got their own skin struggles. The only person obsessing over mine was me.

The solution

By the end of the day, I felt… better. The zit was still there, but my world didn’t collapse. Here’s what I learned (and what I’m writing down for next time):

1. People don’t notice as much as you think. Seriously, most people are too busy worrying about their own stuff to focus on you.
2. Your acne doesn’t define you. You’re more than your skin. People care about your jokes, your kindness, and your vibe—not your pores.
3. Own it. The more you act like it doesn’t bother you, the less others will care. Confidence is a better filter than makeup.
4. Practice self-care. Drink water, eat your veggies (ugh, I know), and try not to stress. Also, stick to skincare products that work for you—don’t overload your skin just because some reels told you to.
5. Find your hype crew. Surround yourself with friends who lift you up. Spend more time with “Chill yar, ignore it, Sabke hota hai” instead of “Haww tere fir pimple ho gaya?”.

Acne happens. Overthinking happens. But I’ve realized that letting a pimple ruin my day isn’t worth it. From now on, I’m going to focus less on what people might think and more on what makes me feel good.

And hey, if someone wants to judge me for my skin? That says more about them than me. I’ve got bigger things to worry about—like my math test tomorrow.

Signing off with a (slightly less stressed) forehead,
Me

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