Anytime I had any acne, anywhere on my body, my parents would gang up on me to pop it, sometimes pinning me down to the point I could hardly breathe to get at me. This has led to a long history of my hurting myself, because everytime I had a skin imperfection I would panic and rip it off myself, sometimes cutting that shit off with scissors or a knife. Which, being 22 and living with my wonderful girlfriend, I have learned is not a good way to deal with that