I Lived It: My Boyfriend Has a Blackhead I Can't Pop

A story of survival

TW: Skin picking

Before you say it, I know.

Don’t pick.

CosmoGirl warned me about leaving marks, scars, redness. But it was too late. I’d already found comfort in leaning over my sink, elbows propped in front of the mirror, fingernails pushing at the sides of my nose, amazed and satisfied with the gunk that zipped out.

Listen, I wish I didn’t care.

It would …