Honestly, the last time I had really "great" skin, I was probably 10 years old. I got acne at a really young age, and here I sit, almost 20 years old, still dealing with relatively crappy skin and occasional breakouts. It's a total pain, because when you're having a bad skin day, it feels pretty much like this:

You wake up with high expectations for the day, or at least hope the day is going to be bearable. But as soon as you look at the mirror, you notice the splotches on your face and react something like this:

You immediately start trying to pop the pimple, something every relative and dermatologist ever has told you not to do, but you're already done with the whole damn situation.

Unfortunately, whatever you just did to it made it like 10 times more red and inflamed, so you're staring at your face like:

And then you end up with a face so packed with concealer and foundation and setting powder you feel like a giant, frosted cake-person by the end of it.

But you end up going out to face the workday or school day or whatever it is despite the flaming, mutant planet that's sticking out of the side of your face, which makes you feel like this:

But having a bad skin day means you'll probably be a little more angry, impatient or all-around just unpleasant.

And God forbid if anyone has the nerve to ask, "What happened to your face?"

If you make it home without murdering anyone, you'll FaceTime your best friend (or mom) pointing out the volcano on your face like:

But they'll still try to convince you you're gorgeous anyway:

But the pimple will be gone in a few days, and then you'll be back to your old, fabulous self

And you can finally breathe a sigh of relief.