Body Dysmorphic Disorder - Memoir

Idrank the cider hoping it would calm me down but it wasn'tmaking anything better. I just looked like a monster and myheart was racing. I felt sick with nerves. I looked up at theclock, I still had hours before I had to leave. So I startedagain with my face and I went through the usual ritual yetevery time I did it I looked disgusting and I couldn't bear to beseen looking that way. So I started again, and again, and Icried and collapsed on the bathroom floor holding my face inmy hands wishing and praying that it would heal.