Acne really can determine what happened to your body and what health problems you may have. But in most cases, it is all caused by very simple lifestyle matters that can easily be changed right away. The thing to do is to figure out what triggered another pimple and what we can do today to prevent it from occurring in the future.
We at Bright Side have checked out the causes and would like to share this useful knowledge with you that’ll change your life from now on. But please keep in mind that this article is for informational purposes only. Please consult your doctor before you take any action or treatment.
1. Around the mouth
Acne around your mouth can occur if the skin in this area is irritated or frequently touched, like, by a cell phone or some other objects like helmet straps or musical instruments. Different cosmetics and facial products might also be the cause. As well as hormones and genetics.
First of all, if it appears frequently, see a dermatologist who will find a proper treatment that will work for you. But in any case, it’s always better to prevent it rather than to cure it. So make cleaning your skin with a gentle or mild cleanser twice a day a routine. Use makeup labeled as “non-comedogenic” (non-pore-clogging) and oil-free products, and please avoid touching your face.
2. On the nose
Our nose is one of the most common areas of the face to develop acne. It’s because its pores are typically larger, which makes it easier for dirt and bacteria to clog them up. What’s more, the skin here is also oilier and consequently more vulnerable to acne.
Nose acne can be triggered by diet, stress, and certain medications. Sometimes it can be a sign of more serious underlying health issues. But the most common cause is poor hygiene. So it’s always good to add some Tea Tree Oil to your routine, which is a very gentle and effective treatment against acne, or sodium sulfacetamide and sulfur which will prevent bacteria on the skin from multiplying. In very severe cases, consult a dermatologist.
3. On the forehead
The significant factor here is the same — an increase in oil production on your skin. But sometimes, it’s hard to figure out why it happens. Especially if you don’t take certain medications, and it’s not hormones or stress. It is interesting to know that our hair can be the source of forehead acne.
If your hair is oily, the oil can get on your forehead and clog its pores. Different pomades, gels, and waxes also may be the cause as they often contain cocoa butter or coconut oil and can leave your skin extra oily. A gentle cleanser can solve this problem. If it doesn’t help, try to avoid any oily hair products and just wash your hair more often.
4. Jaw and neck
If you think that acne, in general, may be hormonal, there’s good news for you: it’s not all like that. When certain hormone levels change, it can lead to increased androgens — the common contributing factor to adult acne. But there are some areas that are true indicators of hormonal fluctuations, and they include our jaws and neck.
It’s completely okay if fluctuations happen during menstrual cycles. It can also be caused by taking medications like birth control. In severe cases, it may be a medical condition, but most of the time a non-comedogenic cleanser, moisturizer, and acne treatment can solve the issue. Just like basic sun safety and proper sunscreen use.
5. On cheeks
Cheek acne is also a very common problem, especially now that we all have cell phones. Yes, not just touching your face, but even a mere phone conversation can cause some pimples to appear in this area. Phones are great at spreading bacteria. As well as dirty pillowcases and sheets and other objects that come into contact with your skin.
Cheek acne may be hormonal. But it is way more possible that it’s being caused by certain lifestyle habits. So this time, everything can be solved by a few simple changes. Like wiping down your phone before each use and not taking it to any germy places like the bathroom. Changing pillowcases and sheets every week is also a good idea, just like washing your hands regularly.
6. On your back
Back acne can be a mere allergy to sunscreen, moisturizer, body creams, massage oils, and wax. It also may be caused by our sweat, which mixes up with oil and toxins on our skin and clogs the pores. That’s why a quick shower after training is so important. And a proper washing of your back is a must.
Dirty clothes, blankets, and pillows can become a major cause of back acne as well. Clothes that are too tight are also a bad idea. They don’t allow your skin to breathe, which can cause irritation and, consequently, pimples on your back. If there is no obvious outer cause, it is better to pay attention to your diet and check to see whether you are getting sufficient nutrients. Stress could be the cause here too.
7. On legs
Acne is mainly the result of bacteria, sebum, and dead skin cells trapped in hair follicles and clogging the pores. It leads to inflammation and, on the legs, is entirely a physical issue. It’s typically caused by some athletic equipment rubbing against your skin or clothing or undergarments that are too tight.
But be cautious. People can often confuse acne on their legs with similar conditions as folliculitis, eczema, or keratosis pilaris. So if it is itchy and painful, it’s better to consult a doctor and use a professional treatment.
8. On your chest
Chest acne develops for pretty much the same reasons as on our backs and legs. For instance, if you have sensitive skin, harsh laundry detergents can clog and irritate your hair follicles. So it is better to choose sulfate- and fragrance-free hypoallergenic products when planning your next washing routine.
Wearing clothing that is too tight, or that doesn’t breathe well during your athletic training also can trap sweat, oil, and bacteria in the pores of your skin. This can also happen as a result of using certain body lotions that contain pore-blocking ingredients. So make sure to look for fragrance- and oil-free versions next time. They are usually labeled as non-comedogenic, which means they don’t clog pores.
What other methods do you use to prevent acne on your face and body? Have you managed to do it by changing only certain lifestyle habits?
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My Late Mom Became Rich Overnight Ten Years Ago, but along with Her Inheritance, I Received a Letter Saying, ‘You’re a Thief’ — Story of the Day
As Laura mourned her mother, each keepsake told a story of resilience and love—but a mysterious letter, accusing her mom of theft, shattered the solace of her grief. What secrets lay hidden in her family’s fortune, and how far would Laura go to uncover the truth?
I sat cross-legged on the carpet of my mom’s room, surrounded by pieces of her life.
Her favorite sweater lay in my lap, and I held it close, inhaling the faint lavender scent that still clung to it.
The familiar smell brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.
Nearby, her infamous sweatpants, patched and re-patched a hundred times, lay folded.
They looked more like a work of art than an article of clothing. I let out a soft laugh through my tears, shaking my head.
Neil appeared in the doorway, his footsteps careful, as though he didn’t want to disturb my fragile state.
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“Laura, love,” he said softly, crouching beside me. His hand rested gently on my shoulder.
“You don’t have to do this alone. We’ll get through it together.”
I nodded, swiping at my damp cheeks with my sleeve.
“It’s just… it feels like every little thing brings her back. Even these sweatpants.” I gestured toward the well-worn fabric.
“She could’ve bought a hundred new pairs, but she refused to give these up.”
Neil picked them up, turning them over in his hands, the patches catching his attention.
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“Honestly, these belong in some kind of hall of fame for persistence. Your mom had money. Why would she keep these?”
A faint smile touched my lips.
“Because we weren’t always rich. My childhood was… tough. Mom worked nonstop—cleaner, caregiver, you name it. She made sacrifices just so I could have the basics. Then, out of nowhere, this huge inheritance changed everything.”
Neil’s eyebrows lifted. “She never told you where it came from?”
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I shook my head.
“No. I asked her so many times, but she’d just get quiet or brush it off. After the money came, we didn’t have to struggle anymore, but Mom stayed the same. She taught me to respect every penny. She knew what it felt like to have nothing.”
Neil wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into a comforting side hug.
“You’re going to make her proud, Laura. You’ve got her strength. You’ll honor her in everything you do.”
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I leaned into him, letting his warmth steady me. “I hope so, Neil. I really hope so.”
Neil was in the basement sorting through dusty boxes when the sharp chime of the doorbell rang out.
Wiping my hands on my jeans, I opened the door to find a mail carrier standing there with a single envelope in his hand.
It was addressed to my mom, in handwriting that was jagged and bold.
“She passed away,” I said softly, my voice catching.
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The mail carrier’s face softened. “Sorry for your loss,” he replied before walking away.
I closed the door, staring at the envelope in my hand. Something about it felt… strange. The paper was slightly crumpled, the ink dark and hurried.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I slid a finger under the flap, tearing it open.
My breath hitched as I read the words inside, written in sharp, black ink:
“You’re a thief. Return what you stole if you have any conscience left.”
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“What the hell?” I whispered, my heart pounding. The letter trembled in my hands as a chill ran through me. My mom—a thief? No, that wasn’t possible.
“Laura?” Neil’s voice called out as he ascended the basement stairs. He stepped into the room, dust on his shirt and a curious look on his face.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Without a word, I handed him the letter, my hands still shaking. He read it, his brows furrowing in confusion.
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“A thief?” Neil said slowly, looking up at me. “Your mom?”
“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head.
“She wasn’t a thief, Neil. She was kind, honest, and hardworking. This… this has to be some kind of mistake.”
Neil didn’t respond right away. He studied the letter again, his face thoughtful.
“Laura,” he began carefully, “you told me your mom never wanted to talk about where the money came from. What if—what if there’s some truth to this?”
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I glared at him, crossing my arms defensively. “Are you seriously suggesting my mom stole that inheritance?”
Neil held up his hands in surrender.
“I’m not accusing her, okay? But this letter—look, it mentions an address. Maybe we should go and figure out what this is all about.”
I hesitated, glancing back at the letter. As much as I hated the idea, Neil had a point. “Fine,” I said quietly. “But only because I need to prove this letter wrong.”
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The house loomed large as we approached, its towering structure casting shadows over the untamed garden. Though once magnificent, the cracked facade and overgrown hedges hinted at years of neglect.
The door creaked open to reveal a woman who looked as though she had stepped out of a fashion magazine.
Her hair was glossy, her clothes perfectly tailored, and her jewelry glittered in the fading sunlight.
The sharp contrast between her polished appearance and the house’s state of decay was unsettling.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone crisp and unwelcoming.
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“Irene?” I ventured, my voice wavering. She nodded, her expression unreadable. “I’m Laura,” I continued hesitantly.
“My mother… she’s the one you accused in your letter.”
Irene’s eyes narrowed as she studied me. For a moment, I thought she might shut the door in our faces, but then she stepped aside, waving us in with a flick of her manicured hand.
“Come in,” she said curtly.
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The study she led us to was a glimpse into another time. Leather chairs, an antique desk, and shelves lined with dusty, leather-bound books exuded a quiet elegance.
Irene sat down, crossing her legs with precision, and gestured for us to do the same.
“My father, Charles, was a wealthy man,” she began, her voice steady but cold.
“In his later years, he became frail and forgetful. That’s when your mother came into our lives. She was hired as his caregiver, and at first, we thought she was wonderful—kind, patient, hardworking. But we were wrong.”
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My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“She manipulated him,” Irene said bluntly.
“In his final months, when his mind was failing, she made him believe she was his daughter. She had him rewrite his will, cutting our family out of half his fortune.”
“That’s impossible!” I exclaimed, my hands trembling. “My mother wouldn’t—she couldn’t!”
Irene’s face remained impassive.
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“When he passed, she vanished with the money. And now, ten years later, we’re left to pick up the pieces. We’ve sold nearly everything to stay afloat.”
Neil squeezed my shoulder. “Laura,” he said gently, “this sounds serious. Maybe we should—”
“No!” I interrupted, tears streaming down my face. “She wouldn’t do that! My mother was the most honest person I’ve ever known.”
But even as I defended her, doubts crept into my mind. Images from my childhood flickered: my mother’s nervous smiles when I asked about the inheritance, her refusal to explain its origins.
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My thoughts spun faster, and then something else clicked—Neil.
The way he had confidently navigated the sprawling house, the way he’d casually called a cleaner by her name without an introduction.
When Irene excused herself to take a phone call, I turned to Neil, narrowing my eyes. “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?”
Neil stiffened, avoiding my gaze. “You’re imagining things,” he said, his voice a little too calm.
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“It’s been a rough week, Laura. Don’t let your mind play tricks on you.”
But I couldn’t shake the feeling. Something wasn’t right. “Fine,” I said finally, my voice cracking.
“If my mother really did this… I’ll return the money. I don’t want to live with stolen money. I need to do what’s right.”
Neil nodded, but his reaction felt… off. As Irene returned to the room, I steeled myself for what lay ahead, determined to uncover the truth—whatever it might be.
Back at my mom’s house the air felt eerily quiet as I dug through her safe, determined to find answers.
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Papers were stacked haphazardly, some yellowed with age, others crisp and untouched.
As I rifled through them, my fingers brushed against a small bundle of letters tied together with a faded ribbon.
Most of them were unopened, but one stood out—its envelope worn, its seal broken.
I pulled it out and unfolded the brittle paper, my heart pounding as I read the words scrawled in shaky handwriting:
“Dear Eleanor, I regret every day abandoning you as a child. Please let me make it up to you. I’ve written my will and included you, as you deserve. Please find a place in your heart to forgive me.
Charles”
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The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. My mother hadn’t stolen anything.
Charles, her employer, wasn’t just a kind old man—he was her father, my grandfather.
The inheritance was hers by right, a piece of justice for the years of pain he’d caused her.
A sharp knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. Clutching the letter, I hurried to the living room.
Standing in the doorway was Irene, dressed in a sleek designer suit, her confidence practically radiating. Neil stood close to her, whispering something that made her smile.
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“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense silence.
Neil spun around, his face pale. “Laura! You’re just in time,” he said, his tone overly cheerful. “Let’s get these documents signed.”
Irene stepped forward, her smile still plastered on. “Yes, let’s not drag this out.”
Neil laid the papers on the table and slid them toward me, but something inside me snapped.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the papers and tore them in half. “I know the truth,” I said, holding up the letter.
Irene’s smile faltered. “What truth?” she asked, her voice icy.
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“Charles was my grandfather,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me.
“He gave my mother the money because he owed her. She didn’t steal anything.”
Neil’s face twisted in panic. “Laura, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Stop lying!” I shouted. “I saw you whispering to Irene. You’ve been working together, haven’t you?”
Irene turned on Neil, her composure slipping. “You said she’d sign! You promised! God, I can’t believe I wasted my time with you.”
Neil stammered, but I cut him off. “Get out. Both of you.”
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Neil dropped to his knees, pleading. “Laura, please. I made a mistake, but I love you.”
“Love doesn’t look like betrayal,” I said coldly, stepping back. “Goodbye, Neil.”
As they left, I held the letter close to my chest. My mother’s story wasn’t perfect, but it was hers, and it was honest. I wouldn’t let anyone tarnish her memory.
She had fought for what was right, and now, so would I.
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