Acne, A Teen Epidemic
Sarah walked into the Doctors office. She was just turning 15, and had long black hair, with bright green eyes. She was so pretty, except she had acne. People at school would laugh and make fun of her, just because she had pimples.
“Sarah McMahon’s here for her appointment,” Sarah’s mother told the receptionist. Sarah went and sat down in the waiting room. There were little children running around, playing with toys. Sarah missed those day’s. No one made fun of her for her acne, and the biggest problem in life was who’s turn it was to play in the sand box.
“Sarah McMahon?” A woman opened the office door and called her. Sarah stood up and followed the woman. Sarah’s mom followed right behind her. “We’re just going to take your weight and the usual check ups.” The nurse said as she led them into a small room with a cushioned table with white paper strewn over it. They checked her weight, height, temperature, blood pressure and throat. “Very good.” The nurse said. She put Sarah’s record into a slot on the door. “The doctor will be with you in a minute.” She said as she closed the door.
“Do you think he’ll give me something for my acne?” Sarah asked her mom.
“I’m pretty sure she will. You should have had something a while ago. I guess they were hoping it would just clear up itself.” Her mom said softly. She ...
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One of the commercials that I chose personally, is Proactiv. I chose this particular commercial because I can relate to what the commercial is trying to point out. I struggled when I was younger with acne, just like everybody else. This commercial is passed on television during the week. I would hear different stories from people who struggle with their own acne and it made me want to make a change for myself. Most of all, I noticed that people were getting rid of acne as they used the product.
Meta description: Getting acne can ruin the look when it comes to getting dressed up to go out. Using natural products has turned to be effective in removing the blemishes from the face.
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