I’ve been told that I’m a superficial person, and that I value physical looks and appearances above personality. And while I’d like to protest such accusations I will admit that I can be shallow and superficial at times. I believe looks are important and I am often attracted to those with adonis bodies and perfect hair. Does this make me a horrible person? Probably. So imagine my surprise when I found out I had a rather large wart on my perfect, beautiful face? I was devastated.
My face is my everything. It quite literally is my money maker, and perhaps my best quality. So it turns out I had a gross, embarrassing wart growing on my formerly flawless face. Now don’t ask me how I got said wart, because I have no idea, I just know that it was the worst thing to possibly happen to me. I thought it was a cruel joke from God from years of selfish behaviour, or some evil troll put a hex on me. I actually wanted to die. How could I show my face in public with that nasty thing festering on my upper lip? But it turns out having this wart on my face wasn’t a terrible thing after all. Sure I was self-concious and highly considered becoming a hermit for the rest of my life, but I learnt a lot from my wart.
1. Never trust everything you read on the internet.
The internet can be a wonderful place. I can stream movies and music, catch up on the latest celebrity gossip, and even post my iconic selfies, but the internet can also be dark and terrible. In a desperate attempt to get rid of my wart I turned to the internet to seek help. I read that crushing garlic and applying it to your face can reduce a wart. Now I thought a natural home remedies seemed safe. Boy was I wrong. After I applied the garlic I left a terrible burning. After a few days my face turned blotchy and the skin began to peel. So instead of reducing the wart I made it worst; helping to draw more attention to my face. Garlic tastes great in pasta sauce but does nothing for your face.
2. Dermatologists are busy.
After my doctor diagnosed my wart he referred me to a dermatologist to get it removed. What I thought would take a week max actually took a month. I was originally scheduled to see a dermatologist in December, which was three months after my doctor’s appointment. Three months of having a wart on face! I’m not going to lie I almost cried. I still can’t believe that dermatologist book appointments three months in advanced. Luckily for me, my doctor was apply to book another appointment that only took three weeks.
3. Warts are really contagious.
Warts are a virus that are contagious and spread easily. It turns out that aside from my initial wart I have five more little warts on my face. Since the wart was on my face it probably spread when I shaved. Aren’t I just lucky?
4. Getting a wart removed hurts. Bad.
Never in my 24 years of life have I experienced something more painful. Sure my face was numb as the doctor cut off the wart but the needle used to numb my face was super painful. I have a new found respect for people who get botox and lip injections. Needles in your face is not fun at all.
5. Who cares what people think.
I’m going to be perfectly honest I hated my life. I was cursing myself and God for gifting with such a terrible facial blemish. How was I going to go out in public? Serve customers at work? Meet cute boys at clubs? I was cursed with a gross, disgusting, embarrassing wart that was on display for the whole world to see. After a while of trying to cover it up with makeup, tape, and bandages I decided to give up. F–k it, who cares what people think? I usually care a lot about others’ perception of me. I can be very self conscious at times. I even debated writing this post and bringing more attention to my embarrassing problem. But the most important thing I learned from this wart is not to care about other people. I wasn’t going to stop living my life just because I had something growing on my face. Sure it was really embarrassing and I probably looked gross but looking back I don’t really care. This wart helped me gain new self-confidence. Forget other people and just do you. While I hope I never ever, ever get another wart on my face, I’m slightly grateful for the experience.