Guest Blogger: Rachel Bimonte - Dealing With Acne at 22

Ever since I was a pre-teen, I have dealt with skin imperfections. When you’re 13 and 14-years-old, it’s only normal. After all, I wasn’t the only person with a few pimples here and there—it seemed like all my classmates had their fair share of the occasional breakout. Some of my peers even had faces full, but no one bothered to make a comment, or care, it was just how we all looked in middle school and early high school.

I never had bad acne—just a couple breakouts here and there, some worse than others. However, I wasn’t by any means one of those people who never had a spot on her face.

All of the sudden, ahh, this magical (what seemed like) stuff that I like to call makeup was introduced to me and it seemed as if it was the magic potion to make all my pre-teen insecurities go away. I thought, “you mean to tell me that there’s this skin colored stuff I can just put on a blemish and it’s like it isn’t even there? Sign me up!” At only about 14 I was hooked. I was already a girly type girl—always experimenting with hairstyles, clothes, beads and more.

Makeup held me over for a long time—this was before I realized I could be doing more harm than good to my skin by applying cover-up that is filled with oil and pore-clogging chemicals. Ignorance is truly bliss.

Enter college years. Most people were done with their pre-teen, hormonal induced acne and were fresh faced for the start of college. After all, this is not high school anymore and you’re technically a “grown up” so you’d better have grown up skin. I was one of those people with “grown up skin” (for a short time being). I’d go through phases of acne, no acne, and repeat. I think that is actually one of the worst parts for me is that I know what it’s like not to have blemishes so when I do, it’s a real downer. My sophomore year was one of my acne bouts. My forehead was covered in small blemishes that never came to the surface. For a bona fide pimple popper and picker myself, the fact that they never came to the surface was, hello, frustrating. There was nothing I could do about it—no way I could control the situation and that really bothered me. I headed off to the dermatologist and she gave me a skin regimen that worked for me and has kept those tiny, little, annoying pimples off my forehead for years to come.

Phew, I thought, okay so 20-years-old was the end of my pimple years. WRONG. Enter in, senior year of college. Real, adult status—I am graduating! Now, hardly anyone I knew was still having blemishes, so I am really out of the ordinary here people. This time around, I developed cystic-type acne around my mouth and chin area. It hurts; it doesn’t come to the surface (so there’s again, nothing I can do about it). I always, always take to Google with my issues (I know, not smart). But along I went with my research and I come across everyone saying that it is adult acne, or hormonal acne. Those darn hormones again? Really? I am 22-years-old!

Makeup applied each morning—day in and day out. Seriously, I cannot be walking around campus as a senior with acne all over my chin, this awkward part of life is supposed to be OVER. This lasted up until (and through) graduation. People telling me its hormones, the fact that I eat dairy, that I am stressed about graduating and life. Well you know what? I don’t care what it is—I want it off my face and frankly, for people to stop noticing enough to give me their diagnosis of my skincare issues and how I take care of myself!

I could see if I was the type of person to not wash her face, not change her pillowcase, eat massive amounts of greasy fast food—but I am not. I am strict about skincare, about cleanliness and about what I put into my body—so why me? I use expensive, high end products and never use something unless I know it is right for my skin type.

To wrap this up, I am not going to say that my skin issues are cured at all, but what I will say is that there was always one common denominator—makeup. Since graduating (and not finding a job right off the bat), I have had some time to be alone, makeup free and really let my skin and myself heal. I take care of my skin and if I do put makeup on, it’s only for 1-2 hours and then off it goes. Long are the days that I am wearing this, quite frankly, toxic stuff on my skin for 12+ hours. My skin is getting better and better each day, and I cannot wait for the day when I can be makeup free and feel good about it. Bottom line is, pimples or not, we are all beautiful and should not feel ashamed (easier said than done). What’s important is that we find what’s best for us, at the right time and execute it. I hope anyone reading this personal skin story can identify with at least one part of this and know that it’s not easy, but it will get better.


Rachel Bimonte is a 22-year-old young women who was born and raised in Connecticut. After finding her passion for communications, arts and technology, she decided to attend the journalism program at Roger Williams University where she studied for four years. She graduated in May of 2018 with her BA in Journalism and is actively searching for a job doing something she loves—writing and reporting about anything in the fashion and beauty industry. She is extremely invested in the world of fashion, as she has been growing her own style blog for four years now, titled Breakfast at Rae’s. It can be found through the URL: Her blog allowed her to write about what she loves whenever she wants, and learn more about web development and marketing. In her free time, she enjoys trying new restaurants, hanging out with her parents and going to visit her brother in Vermont…oh, and shopping!

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