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- D - winter to spring of 2013, my face was a mess. Breakouts all over, and a facial in NYC gone wrong. I was bored and listless and lost. "I don't belong anywhere," I used to tell him. Our demons seem to come from the same place--a dark place of abandonment and introspection--and we stuck to each other because of that.
- R - last bits of 2013 to half of 2014, my work's busy season was just as devastating to my skin as the unhealthy emotional rollercoaster with this guy. Dr. A was struggling with my acne. "He loved you the best way he could," my friend said in retrospect. That was not enough. I was heartbroken and horrid. I was my worst, and I was very new.
- P - first parts of the good last half of 2014, my skin's spotless if not pristine. Everyone noticed. At least four people asked me to refer them to Dr. A. I was constantly told I was beautiful. But he still refused to love me. "Isang lalaki na lang, Laurene, gagawan ka na namin ng algorithm," a friend said (very rudely). Two's a coincidence, they say, three is a trend. Maybe there was something wrong with me.
- G - last bits of 2014 until present, I've been trying to get back the perfect skin I've briefly come to know. Sure, a lot of things are wrong with me, but I'm working through these things. Gradually came to a realization that I'm in a good place. I like where I am. And I am slowly, surely, falling in love.
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