Within the first two to three weeks of starting testosterone, my face became an oily mess. I quickly started to get acne similar to, if not worse than, what I struggled with in high school and middle school. In those days, I just let it happen, thinking “eventually my face will get less oily.” Thankfully, it did. But now I’m back to square one.
This time I’ve come prepared. So here are some tips to battle your acne, whether this be your first puberty, your second puberty, or if you’re still battling the bastards.
Anyway this is my advice post for acne, hopefully it can help. If you have anything severe, I don’t know if this can help. I don’t have cystic acne, I have the annoying inflamed kind or whiteheads.
Here’s What I Do:
No updates for a while, since I’ve been sort of busy.
The muscles in my legs are really developing. The muscles in my arms are getting a lot bigger. My upper stomach hurts like I’m developing muscle there too.
My hips are still fatty but my ass is getting smaller and smaller.
My facial hair is starting to pick up too.
As an update:
Today is day 23.
There are three black hairs on my upper lip. I am inordinately proud of them.
My arms are becoming too big for my shirts. I don’t want to size up because I’m too short to wear a medium, but by the time I’ve really seen muscle growth I won’t fit in my short-sleeves.
The hair on my inner thighs is darkening. The hair on my lower legs is darkening. The hair on my arms is darkening. I’m also getting more stomach hair.
I’m battling acne and oil and sweat. My cologne now smells entirely different. It’s not as crisp, it’s more musk now. It blends in with my smells better. It’s weird.
Most of the changes haven’t been really profound, but I’m fairly meticulous when taking notes on my bodily changes.
I’m really surprised my hair is changing so quickly, given that most accounts I’ve read say that hair changes don’t happen that fast. It’s only been a little more than three weeks.
When I first started testosterone treatments, I realized that pumping these hormones in my body will have irreversible effects and that they might complicate genetic disorders.
For a week, I agonized over my decision. I was afraid that I’d die young.
But once I settled down, after a few showers, I realized that this is the only choice I have. This is the only shot I have at being happy with myself.
My happiness is just as much part of my health as my bodily health is. My mind is just as important as my body, if not more important.
This was how I knew that I have to continue. I’m not pressed into it because I’ve started, I’m pressed into it because I can’t conceive anything else.
As for my moods, some days I feel very much neutral or happy. And some days I feel so low I could kill myself. That is no exaggeration.
My psychiatrist thinks it is because of dysphoria but I think it goes a lot deeper than that.
But I can’t stop now, I have to keep going. Things are getting a lot better!