Dear Acne

You've officially ruined my life. I'm only twelve and you've been on my face since I was eight. I will forever be seen as ugly because of not just you, but because I also have glasses. I can wear a cute dress and wear cute hairstyles, but because of you I'll never BE cute. Because of you no one's had a crush on me. I'm nice, smart, and kind, but I'll never be confident because of you. People look down to me when they see you cruising around on my face. I get nasty looks and glares because of you. If I told my crush I like him, he'd laugh at me. I hate you acne. You know how there's always that one person that everyone uses as a reference like, "Hey at least you're not ugly like _______." ? Yeah, well I'm that reference person. I'll never forget when A said, "Jade's pretty now, but eventually she'll look like her." Because of you, people, including my closest friends, think I'm desperate enough to date anyone. Because of you, people don't realize I might just possibly be beautiful. Because of you, I no longer see myself as beautiful. I'm sick of my older sister saying, "Clear soul clear skin." Seriously?!?! Are you kidding me? If by clear you mean confident and happy, then that makes a lot more sense, because I'm nowhere NEAR confident and happy! I hate you. I hate those countless nights of tears. I hate those whispers from popular girls. I hate looking in the mirror and trying to compliment myself, because I know I can't. Funny thing is I hate being called ugly, but now being called beautiful means nothing to me. They only call me beautiful because they feel bad. They only call me beautiful AFTER I put on a dress. If I try to put on just a tiny bit of lipstick they judge me. I sometimes wonder if I'm gone, will they finally appreciate me? Would they finally call me beautiful? I know I shouldn't, but I can't help thinking these thoughts. I suppose I have nice lips and an okay figure, and maybe if my acne were gone they'd say I'm pretty. Why can't you just go away acne? Why me? Why?