Tattoo Story: Molly’s Jigsaw

Tattoo Story: Molly’s Jigsaw


With about one in five people having a tattoo these days, we at trashfire wanted to know what inspired people to get inked. Did all tattoos have deeper meaning or just looked sick? In this series, we interviewed people from all over to find out.

In this edition, editor Molly tells the story of her own tattoo and explains why she has a single jigsaw piece tattooed on her left forearm.

  1. When and where did you get this tattoo?

I got this tattoo back in May at a place called Parlour Tattoo in Shoreditch (did you know I’m really cool and live in East London?). I picked this place very much on a whim, because after a quick google and look at their designs, the artists’ styles were really minimal and cute, and they sold themselves well to me.

2. Is this your first tattoo? How many tattoos do you have?

Yep! And it’s my only one as well. However, before getting it I doubted I would ever get one, and now after experiencing how easy it is and how much I like it I would definitely like one or two more, so watch this space. The one on my right rib in particular.

3.Why did you get this tattoo? What’s the story behind it?

The decision behind the aesthetic was quite simple. I’d always liked very minimalistic, line drawing tattoos, but had never settled on a design that I wanted. However, the second I had the idea of a jigsaw piece, I suddenly became set on it. I booked to get the tattoo with almost no consideration. It went from a whimsical thought to a needle in the arm very quickly. I definitely don’t regret the speed of the decision, because I think if I’d not just done it I never would have.

The reason why the jigsaw piece specifically is much more important, and why I suddenly leapt to get the tattoo after the idea. Jigsaw pieces are a well-known symbol for autism awareness, and autism as an issue is very close to me and my family. My younger brother has Asperger’s Syndrome, and I have two cousins with autism, so for almost my whole life autism has had an ongoing effect on my family, and on me. Autism can make life very challenging for someone who has it, but the tattoo isn’t ‘commemorative’ of that struggle. It’s about being proud of what’s been and can be achieved, embracing a different way of looking at the world and giving me more chances to share our boys’ stories.

My brother is now in his first year of university having got a great set of A-Levels, something that when he was diagnosed aged three none of us thought possible. My cousins are still very little, and it’s hard to say what the future will hold for them, but my aunt and uncle spend every day fighting to get the best that they can for them. Watching them grow up is a privilege. Everyone, from those with autism to those who help them, are inspirations to me. We are all better people for knowing them and for being from an autism family. It’s safe to say autism has made its mark on me. Having the tattoo just shows it on the outside.

This month’s trashfire fundraiser is for the National Autistic Society, who provide services to improve the lives of people with autism across the country. Why not give up one of those fancy coffees you know you shouldn’t really have, and donate to their work here.

Donate a fancy coffee to the National Autistic Society

Donate a fancy coffee to the National Autistic Society

While we are trash as ever, we are also still trying to be good people. As part of that we are continuing our monthly charity initiative where we ask our beloved readers to donate towards a different cause each month. In particular we ask, if you can afford it, to donate approximately the amount of just one of those coffees that you know you spend too much on anyway, which is about £3 or so, although you can donate more or less.

With last week being World Autism Awareness Week, this month’s fundraiser is for the National Autistic Society. As well as being a wonderful charity providing outstanding services for people with autism, it’s also close to our hearts. Editor Molly’s brother Joseph was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome aged 3 Then, there was no knowing what the future would hold for him; whether he would go to mainstream school, would make friends or live independently.

Thanks to the right support, Joseph flourished and began university in September. However, not all children like Joseph have the support they need. The National Autistic Society helps bring support to 10,000 autistic people every year, giving them more space to grow in education, their communities and their homes.

Donate to this month’s fundraiser

I went to Paris alone on Valentine’s Day

I went to Paris alone on Valentine’s Day

By Molly Heath

For a while, I’d had a very romanticised view of going to Paris on my own. ‘Romanticised’ seems a strange choice of word when talking about going to the City of Love without company. But that’s the way I wanted it. I’ve never been one for soppy romance; the idea of upping the ante in a city famed for locks on bridges and making commitments atop landmarks was beyond me. I just wanted to wander without the distraction.

When my friends suggested a trip to Berlin, I finally saw the opportunity and the days of IMG_2099annual leave I needed to use up. I checked the feasibility, and found it was almost cheaper to go via Paris the day beforehand and stay the night. Everything was perfect. I could have my glorious day to myself, then join my friends elsewhere. I booked the train the day before our Berlin arrival date and thought about how cool and artsy I had just become.

Then I took another look at the booking confirmation. There was something significant about the date and I ran through why it might feel that way. My mum’s birthday was the day before, that couldn’t be it… but then… hang on…



The side of me that loathes cliched romance had betrayed me and thrown me into the belly of the beast in the most tragic of ways. I instantly saw myself trudging behind people in love, growing more and more frustrated until I was forced to shout about how not sad I was.

While this could have been easy to ignore, it threw me into doubt. I’m typically extroverted and don’t normally do well on my own for long periods of time. Without company and taunted by loved-up couples, this could be a nightmare.

I decided I need to have a plan; I found a walk which went past most the major landmarks, and decided I was going to do that. This was fine, I knew what I was doing, maybe everything was going to be okay. Thus, armed with fear and no grasp of French, I went to Paris alone on Valentine’s Day.

6:00am – I arrive at the Eurostar terminal and begin to move through security. There are some couples, but probably no more than are normally present in a London train station. Everyone’s expression is the same as mine; sheer confusion and mild upset about why they are currently awake. It is not romantic yet.

6:13am – I get in an outrageously long queue at Pret to buy an outrageously necessary coffee. This is less romantic than walking through the human scanner. Any visible couples look like their relationships may not last the queue.

7:00am – I have achieved the coffee! I am onboard the train! It is moving! I become briefly obsessed with how fast it is going! I nod off to a podcast about serial killers.

Either 08:00am or 09:00am – We emerge from a long tunnel and I think that we could be in France. I suddenly realise I don’t know. If I had someone with me I could ask them. But I can’t. Am I in France? Does that field look French? How do I not know what country I’m in? What if I’m just an idiot in Kent? Does the Eurostar even go through Kent? WHERE IS KENT?

09:03 am – It becomes clear that I am in France.

10:35 am – I arrive at Gare Du Nord and walk down to my hostel. I get lost on the very short walk and learn that in Paris there is an alarming lack of regard for road safety. It seems that without supervision I am unlikely to survive the day.

10:41am – I check into my hostel and mercifully, the woman at reception realises my French is unusable so speaks to me in English. No-one here is a couple; there is a man on his own and he looks fine. I could be fine like that. I buy a bottle of water and leave.

11:20am – Having had a walk far longer than I expected it to be, I arrive at Notre

Notre DammeDame. I take a seat and eat a yogurt that I have cleverly packed awaiting this moment. There are a couple making out very aggressively next to me with brief interludes to look at their phone. Love appears to be at a normal density here.

11:21am – A man asks if he can draw me. I say no. He tells me he is heartbroken. He leaves. My Paris love story is over.

11:30am – I walk over to Shakespeare and Company, a famed beautiful bookshop that I anticipate being a very romantic old-timey setting. What it actually is however is incredibly quiet and somewhere that would have been awkward to walk around in silence with someone. I appreciate being alone for the first time and sit down and read.

12:00pm-1:30pm – I continue walking along the Seine, going past various monuments. Paris is effing beautiful, and there still aren’t that many couples; in fact, for all the clichés you wouldn’t yet know it was Valentine’s Day. I go past Les Invalides, where I learn you do not need a boyfriend to take a perspective shot. A man on a bike laughs at me. I do not care.IMG_2095

1:30pm – I stop for lunch. It is expensive. I wish I had a rich husband. I read and enjoy no-one speaking to me. Walking recommences an hour later.

3:00pm – I hit the spot I knew would be the worst; the Eiffel Tower. It is as bad as I thought. There are literally rose petals on the floor. I have no intention of going up it but I’m sure love is happening up there. I actually don’t mind – the queue looks long and if someone was with me they might want to get in it. I march on.

Who has done this

3:05pm – 4:30pm – I continue walking through Paris, stopping whenever I would like without having to be concerned for anybody else. It’s really nice. No-one judges me when I take a picture of a fancy crepe shop with a red carpet and a man guarding it.

4:30pm – I am utterly exhausted and cut my walk slightly short before hitting the Louvre. The sun is shining and while my feet hurt, I feel extremely relaxed. I realise how pleasant my own company has been, and return to the hostel for a nap.

6:30pm – Nap completed, I hear other human beings in the room.

7:00pm – I spoke to the humans and have friends now! They are American!

7:01pm – 9:30pm – I go for a drink with the Americans and have good chats about cultural differences. I realise I am now inebriated and go to bed.

It was a really long day. But, it was actually a wonderful one; once I eased in, I felt peaceful and relaxed in my own company. And a few unexpected things came from my solitude – namely that:

  1. I didn’t feel like I was missing anything by not sharing the view with someone. In fact, I possibly enjoyed it more. This is what I feared the most from being on my own; that I would see something, want to talk about it, wish I was sharing the moment with someone else. I’ve had that feeling before when doing things alone. But on this occasion it was okay. If I saw something funny, strange or interesting, I could text people and tell them about it, or tell the story when I got back. However, I had the space to take in the view, look at it for as long as I wanted without feeling like I could annoy someone else, and it was great.
  2. Paris is mercifully nowhere near as romantic as you’d expect on Valentine’s Day. The cliché really is just a cliché, and you realise that it’s just a normal day for most people in the city. Sure, things heat up around the Eiffel Tower, but that was actually it and I didn’t feel like my loneliness stuck out.
  3. Being alone makes you enjoy the company of others a lot more. Where previously a weekend with 10 friends might have been overwhelming, I left the day now incredibly excited to be around some of my favourite people. I had calmed down, exorcised some of the stress I had from the UK and made room for them. As my wonderful friend Jess arrived to meet me the next day, I felt so content in the company I was about to keep. Even if it was just for a day, being alone had made me so much happier to be around other people.

I’m not sure I could do it for a whole trip; like I said, I’m still an extrovert and like other people too much. But to decompress for a day without feeling social pressure was wonderful, and contributed to me really enjoying the trip as a whole. And I still left with the same opinions of Paris and romance.


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Why are Queer Friendships important?

Why are Queer Friendships important?

By Em Robinson

Age 14 I fell in love with a girl.

This kinda came as a shock to me but not, apparently, to the people closest to me. I had a boyfriend at the time (long story, don’t ask) so I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual. My mum accepted it straight away like it was nothing, my friends had all seen it coming, even my dad took it in his stride. They were all there for me when that romance quickly and painfully fell apart and when I was outed to the rest of the school.

With 45% of LGBTQA+ pupils reporting being bullied at school for their sexual or gender identity* it’s no surprise that young people fear coming out while still at school. These figures continue to be pretty dismal as people move into the workplace with 1 in 5 queer people reporting that they have experienced verbal abuse for their sexual orientation at work.* On top of this 42% of trans people don’t feel safe enough to present as their actual gender in the workplace.* With so much fear and abuse thrown at them on a regular basis queer individuals often flock together for safety, support and understanding. I decided to talk to some of my friends to explore their feelings on the importance of queer friendships.

As far as I know, I was the first one at my school to come out and at the time it was hard and confusing, even with all the support I received. It’s always scary being the first to do something and this was no different. Over the next few years, more and more of my friends started coming out as bi, gay, queer, nonbinary, asexual. We really began to cover the whole rainbow spectrum! We grew a supportive environment where we could talk openly about our identities as we discovered them.

“I wasn’t worried about being “the other” anymore”

I met one of my best friends, Saskia, in year 10 when we ended up in the same Textiles class. I was the first openly queer person she’d ever encountered directly even though she herself had had some non-straight feelings since her early teens. I asked her about how she felt about meeting me and she told me that “meeting someone who was my age, had similar interests to me and whom I got along really well with was a super freeing moment, I wasn’t worried about being ‘the other’ anymore”. Looking back, it means a lot to know I helped someone start to feel comfortable in themselves just by existing as an openly queer person.

My friendship group from secondary school has lasted through us all going off to different universities all over the country and settling down. It’s been roughly a decade but we still meet up whenever we can and have a facebook group chat that’s constantly full of memes and gossip. Although this group chat is mostly just banter and making plans it’s nice to have a space where we can talk openly about pretty much anything without fear of judgement. This close bond we have meant that when I realised I was in fact a lesbian when I was 22 and then when I realised I was nonbinary (NB) a year later I had no fears coming out to them.

This is a sentiment shared by another friend, Sin. “Coming out as bisexual was really easy because it was a time we were all coming out as bisexual/gay,” they told me. “It was a real time of self discovery for all of us. Coming out as NB was almost even easier because we’d been friends for so long it literally became a case of “sup guys I’m non-binary, please refer to me as Sin and use they/them pronouns” they were all great.’

My girlfriend, Catherine, on the other hand didn’t have any queer friends when she was growing up. When she was 17 she started attending a local Scouts Explorer group where she made some LGBT friends who, she says, ‘gave me a safe space to explore my identity and they helped educate me on trans issues. Until that point I was so ignorant about them that I didn’t even realise I was trans’.

“Until that point I was so ignorant about them that I didn’t even realise I was trans”

Getting to know trans and nonbinary people is what helped me realise I was nonbinary. Talking to people and hearing their about their feelings and experiences and relating to them made me feel less alone and helped me find the language to fully explore who I am. My real lightbulb moment when I realised I was nonbinary came when I was with a friend talking about gender and her personal gender identity and she drew a graph to explain where she felt she fitted. Seeing gender displayed in such a visual way showed me where I fitted and I’m so grateful that she helped me figure that out. Although my personal feelings about my specific place on the graph have changed I would recommend anyone who’s questioning their gender try something similar. It can be really helpful to lay things out on paper sometimes.

During my time at university I formed many more deep and meaningful friendships with other queer people. Some I met at lgbtqa+ related events, some just through chance in classes or at other random societies, even some through Tinder. I was lucky because the university I attended has a massive queer scene. I felt so comfortable and accepted there by my fellow students and lecturers. I felt so secure in my identity that I even wrote my dissertation about reclaiming slurs and titled it “Queer, Slutty Bitch”. Being around so many out and proud people at university really helped be become as confident in my identity as I am today. Previously I’d felt accepted and comfortable around my nearest and dearest only, but now I’m unashamedly queer and will shout about it from the rooftops. Now I’m working full time, all of my colleagues know I’m gay and if the topic comes up I’m not too worried about talking about gender although it may be a slightly trickier conversation, partly because I’m still figuring some of it out myself. I’m incredibly privileged to be working in a very safe and accepting environment and I hope over time more people can be open about their gender and sexuality with their colleagues without fear of repercussions.

Someone I met at university who really helped push me into my identity is Cam. I will forever remember their badass black denim jacket with the words “Fear This Queer” scrawled on the back. They are gay and nonbinary and even represented their peers as the universities trans and nonbinary officer for a year. We’ve spoken a lot about how special queer friendships can be and we often joke about how few straight friends we have. Obviously we do both have straight friends and we value them as much as we do our queer friends, but as Cam so eloquently put it; “straight people will never get it and that’s not a detriment to them as such but a man who’s never had to question his masculinity will never understand what it means to live at ends with it”.

If you are a cis, heterosexual person then, try as you might, you will never fully understand what it’s like to have these inner battles with yourself. Inner battles that are only really necessary because of the attitudes of the people around us. Maybe one day queer people won’t have to battle to claim their identities, but in a world where we do, support networks of friends who understand what it’s like can be lifesaving.

* Statistics found on the Stonewall website:

If you identify as LBGTQ+ and in need of support or looking for stuff to do in your area, here are some resources you may find useful:

Stonewall: Whats in my Area?

The Trevor Project

Mind: LGBTQ+ Mental Health





How not to enjoy sunshine (and make a difference to climate change)

How not to enjoy sunshine (and make a difference to climate change)

By Jessica Edney and Ruby Martin


Britons everywhere emerged from winter hibernation early as the UK experienced record temperatures for February last week. The British knee, which is usually elusive at this time of year and prone to shyness at least until May, was spotted in parks around the country. “Skies out, thighs out” was a mantra taken seriously by the British population – and who can blame them? We all remember the misery caused by the #beastfromtheeast, which struck in February 2018. Don’t we deserve a bit of mystery sunshine?

Even though it’s February. Which is in winter. Christmas was only two months ago, remember that?

If, like me, you are constantly looking for signs that the apocalypse is approaching, you might not have enjoyed the unexpected micro-summer. Instead, your internal monologue might have gone something like this:

“This is not normal. This is not normal. I should be wet, cold and miserable. I should be complaining through November – March about having to go outside. I should not be lingering in the outdoors, I should be actively sprinting between inside places. WHAT IS HAPPENING. IS THIS THE END?”

And so on.

And yes, I am aware that #weatherisnotclimate. Thank you, I do read the articles. I am aware that Seattle recently had the heaviest snowfall in seventy years, which prompted a whole bunch of very (self-declared) smart people to point out this “proof” that global warming is a hoax concocted by the Chinese for… reasons?

Didn’t they say the same about the aforementioned Beast from The East (never forget), when all the trains got cancelled and my next-door neighbour built a charming snowman?

“Could do with a bit of global warming now,” joked everyone. As if a complex global climatic system only worked in terms of up and down. The same people are hoping that “global warming continues” because a February that isn’t completely shit must be cause

beast from the east
Last year’s ‘Beast from the East’

for celebration. However, as disappointing as it is SAD-stricken folks everywhere (myself included), global warming ≠ perpetual summer. Global warming means chaotic disruption of the climate, and therefore, weather systems. That leads to unusual weather patterns like the one we are experiencing now. Or, if you like: climate change = shit gets weird.

I’m talking snow in Georgia, USA, hurricanes in Hawaii, flooding everywhere, and yes, eating ice cream in a park in mother-effing February. And this is only the beginning. If we don’t drastically halt greenhouse gas emissions, we will be seeing extreme weather the likes of which we’ve never seen before.

Look. I’m not saying this to ruin everyone’s day. Ok, maybe I am because while everyone was hastily digging out their summer clothes from the attic and bombarding Instagram with #februaryheatwave, CO2 emissions are rising. The ice caps are melting. We are running out of time to prevent catastrophic climate change because our governments are not taking it seriously. And we are not taking it seriously. Children all over the country and beyond have been ditching school to strike for the climate, asking the people in power why their futures are being stolen from them. And what are the adults doing? Tweeting about how pretty the daffodils are.

Let’s stop fannying about. The kids have woken up to how serious the situation is – why haven’t we? It’s time to put down that Magnum, start actually talking about climate change, and take action.  Many already have, and this is what gives me hope. We’ve seen more and more people getting involved in strikes and demonstrations – meanwhile, the Democrats have released the Green New Deal which aims to tackle climate change on the scale of the Second World War. When the existential dread gets all too real, this is the kind of stuff we need to pay attention to. Giving into despair is deadly; only action brings hope.  But how I can do anything, you ask? Well luckily for you we’ve compiled a little list of small steps you can take to make a big difference:

  1. Campaign.

If you are keen to take part in climate activism, you can join Extinction Rebellion here and campaign for a safer future.

climate change protests
Source: BBC News
  1.  Watch what (and how) you eat.

If activism isn’t really your thing, one of the biggest everyday effects on climate are wasteful farming practices and food waste. This can be helped by changing your diet to contain less meat and dairy.

Also The Guardian released a guide for more sustainable eating busting some common myths that are sold to us.

Additionally, trying to limit how much food we throw away unecessarily – after all the less you buy, the less companies need to make (as well as less packaging). Tips on reducing waste here.

  1. It’s ALL the fashion

Another consuming industry is the clothing industry and the trend for fast fashion (the constant need to buy new clothes to keep on trend) is also using up a lot of power and resources. It’s about time we reject this notion. What’s useful instead is learning to mend and repair your clothes, adjusting when you need (here are some stitching tips to get started). Once an item really cannot be saved beyond repair, the best way to update your wardrobe is to use charity shops (supporting another good cause along the way) or organise a clothes swap with your friends!

  1. Sometimes you shouldn’t fly like a G6.

Whilst you don’t hear many rap songs about getting a train, public transport like trains and buses are far more beneficial for the environment (if feasible of course) then your average Ryanair flight .

These are all good ways to reduce your personal impact and. There’s no reason why you should do all of this alone, either. Talking about these issues and what we can do about them is essential; do let us know in the comments if you have any more handy tips.

By the way, do, by all means, go out and soak up some sunshine. Get your knees out, if you must. Enjoy the beautiful parks, the blue sky and the birdsong, because it’s fucking wonderful to be alive.

Then get involved.


Donate a fancy coffee to Refuge!

Donate a fancy coffee to Refuge!

Hey, so we are back and still trash, however we are also still trying to be good people, as our content may or may not suggest, and as part of that we are continuing our monthly charity initiative where we ask our beloved readers (that’s you) to donate towards a different cause each month. In particular we ask, if you can afford it, to donate approximately the amount of just one of those expensive takeaway coffees that you know you spend too much on anyway, which is about £3 or so, although you can donate more or less. (We wouldn’t ask you to donate an actual cup of coffee to them, I’m not sure how useful that would be). You can also think of it as a meal deal, whatever suits you.

In honour of International Women’s Day, this month’s charity is Refuge, a charity which is the country’s largest single provider of specialist domestic and gender-based violence services, supporting over 6,000 women and children on any given day.


The Adult Acne Diaries

The Adult Acne Diaries

by Ruby Martin

I thought I’d be well past spots by now.

I’m 23, but I got my first proper spot when I was 13. I remember it clearly, as my newly pubescent logic figured that a plaster would sort it, like it had done with the various cuts and scratches of the past. I remember the look of surprise on my mum’s face as I met her from work looking like I’d been in a very precise fight. I learned very quickly, this does, in fact, do nothing and taking that thing off has lead me never to take up waxing.

Sadly that was not the end, as spots continued through my adolescence, with them taking a particular fancy to my chin, which to this day continues to bear the brunt of a particularly vindictive sebaceous system. I tried spot treatment after spot treatment, all the while I watching my sister’s clear face with silent envy.

one of the better lit photos during my acne peak, surprisingly not the worst my skin was though

“You’ll grow out of it” Everyone told me and naively, I waited for the day that these pimples would finally move out, but alas, like a man-child with arrested development, they stayed put long beyond their welcome.

One study in North America shows that 12%–22% women suffer from acne in their adult life.whilst another suggests that number can go up to 41%.

Often acne can feel like a trivial issue for teens, which makes me feel bad for  going to the doctor for this stuff, with the pressure and lack of funding the NHS is under at the moment. Part of me can’t help but blame myself for this, with various blogs suggesting that it’s just a lifestyle problem – cut out sugar/dairy/fun from your life. Maybe it could solved if your weren’t such a slob, Ruby. This feeling of unimportance is not helped by the fact whilst mine is persistent, it is not as serious as it could be.

#However I cannot wait to grow out of it any longer. So I decide I will try and change something, anything and document my efforts in case it helps anyone out there.



Steaming my face -made no difference although was great bonding time with my mother

Calamine lotion – yet again another one of my mums ideas

Facemasks – clay based masks were okay, peeling – whilst physically very satisfying, the actual physical effect was okay if not worse

The Ordinary- good for a day, improved appearance for a day then went back – whilst it takes a while for skin routines to work if more seem to be popping up than going away]

30th July 2018

After reading various articles online, I decide firstly to adjust my diet; quite a few online sources suggest that irregular spikes in blood sugar can have an effect which can be caused by caffeine, excessive salt and well…sugar.

I barely drank caffeine so that was pretty easy, bar the occasional iced tea. Cutting out sugar and excessive salt (e.g. Mccoys Salt and Vinegar are a particular weakness of mine.)  also seem to make a difference; however its mainly the way my face feels more than anything.

Cutting out dairy however is more difficult and I remain fairly undecided. I had never noticed much of a change except perhaps when I have a lot in one day, but even then it has never stuck out in my mind. Initial bonuses in my part-time vegan diet is that it seems to be slightly improving the smaller flareups and I also feel less bloated.

At least so I thought. Weeks pass and with every clear morning there seems to be tiny flareups and now the soy is giving me gas. Great, could I get any sexier? I also made the mistake of using a portable mirror and it was like looking at the surface of the moon. I will not be doing that in a hurry. Whilst often the advice with problems is to look at them square in the face, I do not advise it this time.

I wore a full face of makeup to a party last night for the first time in ages and it was depressing how much I liked myself in the mirror. I looked…normal.

I knew at this point diet is not enough.

I book an appointment with the doctors to try going back on the pill as well as a possible topical treatment. Every time I think I am winning in the battle to like how I look, I normally get several small red reminders that I shouldn’t. I know it is a patience thing and I know that I will probably be disappointed by the pill not working immediately. Either that or it will give me several other side-effects which I will also not be happy about. There’s no winning really but I need to at least feel like I’m doing something. Also I miss cheese.

3rd August 2018

I have been somewhat lax with the minimal dairy (I may have had a cheese toastie at Caffe Nero or 3) although I finally had a doctors appointment with a very nice doctor who was very understanding  and she prescribes the pill and a topical retinoid – similar to roaccutane but instead of a pill it is a cream you apply.

I will admit I am slightly scared when she says it will dry out your skin; also she warns to apply it at the weekend when you don’t have much to do as there is a possibility it will react and make parts of my skin red. I buy a water-based moisturizer after being advised against oil based products (and weirdly it is hard to find a moisturizer that advertises itself as oil free). We are in peak of the ridiculous summer heatwave so I think forgoing any oily products is a good idea, especially as I will just sweat it off on the tube.

So far the spots I have are going down and I haven’t had any more large sore ones so perhaps this is an improvement? However considering the almost daily flip-flopping I am not too hopeful yet.

12th September 2018

After a hectic trip to Edinburgh I manage to settle into a routine for a while with  toner, conditioning cleanser and at night my acne cream. All is well.

However, one day I go to the toilet in work. The fairly rigid routine had seemed to be slowly working, I had felt myself becoming more confident as it ever so slowly started to look less like a war zone.

Until now. Not one but three or four massive spots have formed slowly creeping out of the danger zone, almost in cheek territory. I was so close. I had just started to get through the period where every big spot that faded was replaced by one new one. At least that was a one to one ratio. Is this new all out attack due to my pill’s break week? Did I dare to have too much cheese? Either way I am gutted as I will be seeing one of my favourite authors tonight, and of course I have a breakout right beforehand.

adult acne cheek
a rare (badly lit) cheek spot sighting


I give up. Or at least I wish I could, but sadly one cannot give up having a face.

(I have also started becoming paranoid that even being near processed sugar gives me spots.  Does it stop me eating custard creams? No.)

3rd November 2018

I have eased off the cream a while back, I would say deliberately but more that I am terrible at remembering to take it with me everywhere. However this doesn’t devastate me too much as  I notice that there seems to be an improvement regardless.

So having been several months and another go for two months of taking the pill, there seems to be an overall change for the better. Whilst there are still very much spots and marks of spots, the general appearance of the rest of my skin is actually pretty good, which one friend even saying she did not realise I wasn’t wearing makeup! The spots themselves don’t appear as dark (unless it’s one of those godawful Sainburys screens they’ve started putting at the self-checkout) and I feel..well, less bothered. I don’t know if it’s just I don’t have the time or energy but as the spots are flattening out, I think I’m finally starting to care less?

2nd December 2018

Yes, who knew that the magic trick was a £2.99 cleanser. No I’m not kidding.

It’s been about 5 months and my skin has significantly improved. Like I barely think about it. Maybe it’s the stress of everything else in my life has caught up with me, or maybe it’s genuine progress. It’s not to say my skin is completely clear, the marks from spots past are still there, but it never tends to be more than one or two at most at a time. There was no massive fluctuations around my period.

If I was to wildly speculate, it would be due to the cleansers mixture of cleansing that isn’t not too harsh and moisturising that isn’t too oily that works for my very erratic combination skin. Bear in mind I am very much wildly speculating.

It would be a lie however if I pretended that was it, this one single product was a miraculous acne cure all. Being on the pill I think has been a big boon, although it has taken a while, and by a while I do mean at least 6 months, to see the effects and hormones to stabilize. I generally keep my salt/sugar and overly processed food fairly down (except grilled cheese, you’ll have to pry it out of my cold dead hands).

My routine

  1. Put cleanser on pad.
  2. Wipe cleanser on face.
  3. Wipe Excess off.
  4. Done.



It also might be easy to say that the cleanser is effectively doing nothing and the pill is doing the legwork. However, having been on the pill before, I can definitively say my skin never looked this good.  I consider this to be a more protective and preventative measure against pollution and such, as the non-acne parts of my skin look way clearer and even. To be honest, I didn’t realise my skin could look this clear. It’s even started improving in the awful Sainsbury’s self-checkout machines.

Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle.


1st February 2019

Just in case December’s results had been a fluke, I waited a bit to publish this article. Luckily that was not the case and I’ve even included an image below taken only last week.

look at this smug pr*ck

I will say that this definitely won’t work for everyone, as someone who has tried most of the tricks in the book. Lifestyle, location, pollution, genetics etc mean that everyone’s skin has it’s own complex formula, one that you kind of have to figure out. Also bear in mind a lot of magazines will pass off different quick fixes every other week, so if you are self-conscious or think adult acne is doing you damage mentally I do recommend going to the doctor about it.. They can talk you through options and give you much more veritable advice than me, a radiant stranger on the internet. Just know you’re not alone.


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