Teenage angst in my 30s

I am so gross. I woke up with a zit on my ARM. I don’t even really get zits on my face, and yet, God has blessed me with an arm zit. Is that even a thing? I’m showing you a picture because I’m disgusting like that (you know you want to look): 

  
Say hi to all my moles! Don’t go in tanning beds, kids. 

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