Day 8 and I'm battling dryness, and chapped (but not hurting) lips.
I'm also spitting out a little bit of a loopy, slurred speech.
That last thing may or may not have to do with my Accutane.
On tv today viewers first saw me smiling and paling around with a bar manager at a Happy Hour segement we do.
I'm supposed to show off the drinks & bytes.
In a perfect world that would mean me sinking my teeth into something- camera zooms in a bit to show the bite.
In my world I don't want to take a bite because that will draw viewer's attention to my mouth- and that is the most breakout-prone, nasty part of my face.
Nasty's a harsh word. It's not like I've got puss pockets popping out along my lower cheeks and jawline.
On second thought, that's exactly what I have.
My next shot at proving to be likeable through advertsity (acne) was my 9 o'clock live shot about a Playboy casting call.
As I edited the story with women in their bras and panties, and one with a very impressive American flag bikini (we are in a Southern state, afterall) I found myself closely examining their faces (of all things).
Can I spot a blemish? Any little breakout?
1 chickie had a small breakout on her chin. Completely coverable by makeup.
Well at least she's covering something.
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