Teen Angst

I was hunting through my folder of photos to see if I could find an appropriate picture depicting the subject I wanted to scrap about, my facial cyst, and I could only find two. This one was the best but still, when I look at it, at the tiny lump on my face, I'm sure it was much bigger than that. Maybe it's my imagination.

It did, ever so briefly, become bigger when it became infected and turned into a nasty boil but it shrunk back down into a cyst again. I felt extremely paranoid about it and it was making me miserable. Drama I know. Eventually I had it surgically removed. It's left me with a little dimple in my cheek when I smile.

If it returned now, I'm pretty sure I'd let it be. I'd certainly be surprised if people noticed it or even cared if they did. That's the angst of being a teen. It's a wonderful revelation as you grow into an adult and discover people are more consumed by their own fears and insecurities to have the time or energy to notice yours. I've seen moles, pimples and spots on others and it barely registers. So why oh why did I think it did back then. Anyhow, it left me with a cute dimple which is far more irritating haha.