I've been picking my skin for as long as I can remember. I'll tell you a little about my experience, as I'm sure you'll be able to relate.
I pick because I feel like having all of that stuff in my face is disgusting, and that having red marks with no pus is better than just letting the pus stay in.
I pick because sometimes my face is so bad that I feel like, "Oh well, what's one more mark?"
I pick because I refuse to believe that that's part of the problem. I think, "Well I wouldn't have to pick if there was nothing to pick at. I pick because I have blemishes, not the other way around."
I pick because its an obsession for me, almost an addiction. I know I shouldn't do it, but when I'm in the bathroom by myself its just so tempting. I'm drawn to the mirror and I can't stop. I feel a sense of victory when I am able to pop something--that's the high.
After I'm done picking, I regret it immediately.
I pick because I feel like having all of that stuff in my face is disgusting, and that having red marks with no pus is better than just letting the pus stay in.
I pick because sometimes my face is so bad that I feel like, "Oh well, what's one more mark?"
I pick because I refuse to believe that that's part of the problem. I think, "Well I wouldn't have to pick if there was nothing to pick at. I pick because I have blemishes, not the other way around."
I pick because its an obsession for me, almost an addiction. I know I shouldn't do it, but when I'm in the bathroom by myself its just so tempting. I'm drawn to the mirror and I can't stop. I feel a sense of victory when I am able to pop something--that's the high.
After I'm done picking, I regret it immediately.