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 Sister Broke My Son’s Guitar Because Her Son Couldn’t Play It – I Made Sure She Learned Her Lesson
When my sister Laura shattered my son Ethan’s prized guitar — the one he’d spent two years saving for — I knew I couldn’t let it slide. It wasn’t just a guitar she broke; it was his dream. What followed was a lesson in respect and consequences she’ll never forget.
Have you ever watched someone’s dream get ripped apart in seconds? I did, and let me tell you, it’s a gut-punch you don’t forget. My son Ethan’s 14th birthday was supposed to be perfect. Instead, it turned into a nightmare, all thanks to my sister Laura.
A sad teenage boy on his birthday | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” Ethan had whispered to me years ago, his eyes fixed on that gleaming guitar in the music store window. “One day, I’m gonna play just like that man on TV. I promise.”
Ethan, my sweet boy, had been dreaming of a guitar since he was little. But guitars don’t come cheap, and as a single mom, I couldn’t just buy him one. So, when he was 11, I told him, “You really want that guitar? You’ll have to work for it, bud.”
“How long will it take?” he’d asked, his voice trembling with determination.
“However long it takes, honey. But I know you can do it.”
And he did. For two years, he did odd jobs for neighbors. He mowed lawns, watered their plants, shoveled snow, skipped out on candy and toys, and saved every penny of birthday money he got. He worked harder than some grown men I know.
A boy watering plants | Source: Freepik
By his 13th birthday, he was still $200 short, so I pitched in the rest, and we walked into that music store together. You should’ve seen his face when he held that guitar for the first time — it was pure joy.
“Mom,” he’d whispered, cradling it like it was made of glass. “It’s even better than I dreamed.”
Over the next year, he taught himself to play. Every night, his fingers were raw, but he didn’t care. He’d watch YouTube videos, rewind them a hundred times if he had to, just to get it right. By the time he was 14, he wasn’t just good; he was incredible.
“Does it hurt?” I’d ask, watching him massage his fingertips after practice.
“Yeah,” he’d smile, “but it’s a good kind of hurt. Like I’m earning something.”
A boy playing a guitar | Source: Pexels
At school, he became “the kid with the guitar.” People started noticing him, and his confidence shot through the roof. That guitar wasn’t just an instrument — it was his pride, passion, and the most precious thing he’d poured his heart into.
Then there was Jimmy, my sister Laura’s son, who attended the same school as Ethan.
Jimmy’s the same age as Ethan, but they couldn’t be more different. Jimmy saw Ethan getting all this attention, and suddenly, he wanted a guitar too.
A furious boy | Source: Midjourney
The thing is, Jimmy wasn’t willing to put in the work. Laura bought him a guitar, but it mostly sat in the corner of his room gathering dust.
The trouble started at Ethan’s 14th birthday party. He’d been practicing this one song for weeks — a little surprise performance for everyone.
“I’m nervous, Mom,” he confessed just before the party. “What if I mess up?”
“Baby, you’ve worked so hard for this moment. Just play from your heart, like you always do.”
A cheerful woman | Source: Midjourney
He stood there in front of our family and friends, his guitar in hand, and poured his heart into every note. It was flawless, and I have to admit, it brought tears to my eyes.
When he finished, the room erupted in applause. He was beaming, and I couldn’t have been prouder. But then Laura, with her big mouth, chimed in.
“That was amazing, Ethan! Jimmy, why don’t you show everyone what you’ve been working on? Ethan, be a sweetheart and hand your guitar to Jimmy, would you?”
A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney
Ethan froze. His knuckles whitened around the neck of his guitar. He looked at me, silently pleading. But I’ve always taught him to be generous and kind, so I gave him a small nod. With hesitation written all over his face, he handed his prized possession to Jimmy.
Jimmy strummed it awkwardly, and it was clear within seconds that he couldn’t play a single chord. The other kids started snickering, and poor Jimmy turned beet red. I felt bad for him, but Laura made things ten times worse.
“Let me see that,” she said, snatching the guitar from Jimmy’s hands. Then, with one careless, frustrated motion, she tossed it toward the couch and hissed, “It’s just a cheap guitar anyway!”
She MISSED.
The guitar SMASHED AGAINST THE WALL INSTEAD with a sickening CRACK and fell to the floor in splinters.
A shattered guitar | Source: Pexels
“No, no, no!” Ethan’s voice cracked as he rushed toward his broken dream. “Please, no…”
The room went dead silent. Ethan’s face crumpled, and his hands flew to his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from crying. But it was no use. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at the broken pieces of what he’d worked so hard for.
Laura had the nerve to say, “Oh, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was aiming for the couch.”
A woman smirking | Source: Midjourney
“You DESTROYED it,” Ethan retorted. “Two years of work… gone. Just like that.”
“Come on, Ethan! It’s just a stupid guitar. Your mom can always get you another one!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Before I could even process what had just happened, Laura grabbed Jimmy and left the party, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my son’s shattered dreams.
An angry boy | Source: Midjourney
That night, as I held Ethan while he cried, I made him a promise: “I’ll fix this. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll fix it.”
“It won’t be the same,” he sobbed into my shoulder. “That guitar… it was special. It was mine. I earned it.”
“I know, baby,” I whispered, fighting back my tears. “I know.”
The next morning, I woke up still furious. I texted Laura, trying to stay calm.
“You need to replace Ethan’s guitar,” I wrote.
Her reply made my blood boil. “It was an accident, Alice. And honestly, Ethan shouldn’t have embarrassed Jimmy like that. If he hadn’t shown off, none of this would’ve happened.”
A furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Shown off?” I typed back, my hands shaking. “He worked for TWO YEARS to earn that guitar. TWO YEARS of his childhood, Laura. And you destroyed it in seconds because your son felt embarrassed?”
Excuse me?! My son SHOWING OFF? I could hardly believe the words on my screen.
I started typing a scathing response but stopped myself. I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was of no use. Instead, I decided to hit her where it hurt most: her precious reputation.
You see, Laura lives for appearances. She’s one of those women who needs to be the “perfect mom” and the “favorite aunt.” So, I shared about what happened and her so-called “carefree” attitude right in our family group chat.
Close-up shot of a woman using a phone | Source: Unsplash
I uploaded a picture of Ethan holding the broken guitar, his face red and puffy from crying. Underneath, I wrote:
“My son Ethan spent two years working his butt off to save for this guitar. Last night, his own aunt destroyed it. He’s heartbroken.”
Relatives started chiming in immediately, asking what happened. Laura tried to brush it off. “It was an accident! I was aiming for the couch!”
But then someone shared a video from the party. The clip showed Laura snatching the guitar and hurling it. You could hear the CRACK as it hit the wall. Her face twisted in frustration, and it was clear as day that it wasn’t some innocent mistake.
The group chat exploded. People were furious. “How could you do that?” “You owe Ethan a new guitar!”
But Laura’s excuses weren’t cutting it.
A shocked woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t believe you’d humiliate your own nephew like this,” our cousin Sherine wrote. “A child’s dream isn’t a toy to be thrown away when it makes your son uncomfortable.”
And yet, Laura still tried to defend herself. “It was an accident!” she insisted. “I wasn’t trying to break it. People are blowing this way out of proportion.”
But I wasn’t done.
A few weeks later, Ethan had a performance at a local charity event. He’d been practicing with a borrowed guitar, and I’d never seen him so nervous.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Mom,” he confessed backstage, his hands trembling. “What if I mess up? What if they laugh at me like they laughed at Jimmy?”
I took his face in my hands. “Listen to me, Ethan. You are stronger than anyone I know. You didn’t just learn to play guitar — you earned every single note. Now go out there and show them what real passion looks like.”
When he stepped on that stage, something shifted. The moment he started playing, all that fear melted away.
A delighted boy playing a guitar on the stage | Source: Midjourney
He was incredible. The audience gave him a standing ovation. But what made it even better? Laura was in the crowd, and I could see her squirming in her seat as people whispered around her. “Isn’t that her nephew? Didn’t she break his guitar?”
“That poor boy,” I heard someone whisper. “Can you imagine working so hard for something only to have your own aunt destroy it?”
By then, I’d already launched a fundraiser to replace Ethan’s guitar. I’d shared his story — how he’d worked so hard and how his dream had been shattered. Donations poured in. And within days, we had enough money for a custom-built guitar.
A guitar on display | Source: Pexels
When the guitar was ready, I invited the family over for a small dinner. Ethan stood in the living room, holding his new instrument, and played a song he’d written himself. When he finished, everyone cheered.
Everyone except Laura, who sat in the corner, staring at her plate.
“This song,” Ethan announced, his voice steady and clear, “is called ‘Rising from the Broken Pieces.’ Because sometimes when things break, they come back stronger.”
A frustrated woman seated at a dining table | Source: Midjourney
As the night wound down, I leaned in close to her. “You know,” I said, my voice low, “it would’ve been a lot cheaper if you’d just paid for the guitar in the first place.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.
“And Laura?” I added, making sure only she could hear me. “Next time you want to teach someone a lesson about showing off, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be the one everyone’s whispering about.”
Ethan’s dream was back, stronger than ever. And Laura? She learned that some things like respect and hard work can’t be broken as easily as a guitar.
That night, as I passed Ethan’s room, I heard him playing softly. The melody was different now — more confident, more resilient. Just like him.
A cheerful boy playing a guitar in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom?” he called out as I was about to walk away.
“Yes, honey?”
“Thank you for teaching me that some things are worth fighting for.”
I smiled, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “No, baby. Thank you for teaching me what real strength looks like.”
An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
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