This was a sneak peek for a Wattpad work I had but I removed it. So now, this chapter is just a regular chapter for you to enjoy.


Photo #92: Acne Scars

For the most part, Eadlyn feels happy about all these photos on the wall. It's like one second of a whole event was captured and now can be remembered forever. Truth be told, she only feels that way about a certain number of photos. The particular photo she's looking at right now, not so much.

The generic concept of the photo is cute: it has her mother holding up her chin and smiling at her. The part that Eadlyn doesn't like about it is that she was fourteen-years-old at the time which was also her mid-puberty period (no pun intended). That was the horrid time in her life where her face was slightly discolored due to all the acne scars. She didn't have a lot but the ones that were there made sure everyone knew about their existence.

It was a bad time and Eadlyn wishes she could tear off that photo, but she doesn't. Now, her makeup is minimalistic and light since her acne scars have thankfully faded away, but back then, she really needed the high-coverage.

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As of right now, Eadlyn does not like her face and it's all puberty's fault. She sits in front of her vanity, staring right at her reflection and sees nothing but her acne and its scars. The only benefit that Eadlyn sees is that her acne could be worse but still, it sucks. She's also happy that it's mostly on the apples of her cheeks but like before, it still sucks.

Tonight, she has to attend a party with her family and eyes will be on her and her face. The royals always have a reputation for being the most beautiful people and tonight was not the night for all of this to show. She did not want to attend because if people saw her like this, it will be spoken about and the stories will never die down.

Her stylist gave her many options to choose from to cover them up. There was foundation, concealer, powder - which was all supposed to be compacted on her face - but they all looked the same and served the same purpose to her. Eadlyn hasn't touched them yet and she kind of doesn't want to, but seeing those scars makes her really want to.

Eadlyn jumps a little in her vanity seat when she hears the door open and someone walks in. For a moment, she thinks it's her stylist who left to get more hairpins, but it's her mother. Eadlyn notices that instead of her mother looking at her, her eyes went straight towards the makeup and she was not pleased.

"I wasn't doing anything," Eadlyn argues.

America eyes the makeup as she heads over. Her eyebrows furrow as she pushes the makeup to the side and sits on the edge of the vanity, right in front of Eadlyn. She looks down at her daughter and now eyes her. Eadlyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat, wishing that her mother would go back to looking at the makeup with that expression instead of her.

"Perhaps you weren't," America responds, "but it's the way of possibly doing it that counts if you want to go on."

"Mom..." Eadlyn whines.

"I had a slight acne issue too growing up and even though I couldn't afford it, let me tell you, Eadlyn, that makeup makes it worse."

"I wouldn't say I have acne," Eadlyn argues. "It's mostly scarring."

"And where did those come from?" America raises an eyebrow.

Eadlyn stares at her mother defeated but she will try her absolute best not to be. "No idea."

America sighs. "Even if you do need makeup, you don't necessarily need a lot. Your scars are beautiful."

"Seriously?" Eadlyn questions. "Is that a real thing or just a mom-comforting thing?"

America laughs a little. "Bit of both."

Eadlyn groans as she slouches in her chair. "Mom, I don't have time for this. They're ugly!"

America shushes Eadlyn by grabbing her face. For a few seconds, Eadlyn struggles but then succumbs to her mother just holding her face since she knew that her mother wasn't going to let go any time soon. America holds Eadlyn's face and tilts it around. Eadlyn would complain about her neck but doesn't bother at this point since that wouldn't change anything. America tilts Eadlyn's chin up and looks right at her face because she refuses to let her daughter call herself ugly.

"Scars are badges of honor for the victors and look, baby," America says with a slight smile, "you're winning puberty. Your face is the beautiful road map of your life and I gave it to you even though it looks nothing like mine."

Eadlyn smirks a little as America let's go of her face.

"Wouldn't it make more sense to say Grandma Amberly gave me my face?" Eadlyn questions.

America hesitates because Eadlyn has a point there. Her firstborn and only daughter looks like the beautiful and late former Queen Amberly which America is proud of since she is happy that despite Eadlyn not looking remotely close to her, she still got her features from another beautiful and meaningful lady in her life.

"Don't ruin the moment..." America says with a small smile as she kisses Eadlyn's forehead.


Short and sweet and that's completely okay.

At this point, because I'm too cheap for foundation and sweat easily, my makeup look barely covers all my acne scars but I think it looks amazing.

Stay Tuned - (I honestly still have no idea but I regret nothing. It'll probably be another smeak peek for something else).