What the Acne on 8 Body Parts Is Trying to Tell You About Your Lifestyle Habits

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 DIL Threw Away My Thanksgiving Dishes and Replaced Them with Her Own — My Granddaughter Got Revenge for Me

When my daughter-in-law threw out the Thanksgiving meal I spent hours cooking, I was heartbroken. But my 14-year-old granddaughter wasn’t about to let it slide.

I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. There’s something magical about gathering family around a table filled with food you’ve poured your heart into.

A Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

A Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

My turkey recipe? Passed down from my mother. My pecan pie? Perfected after years of trial and error. The mashed potatoes, the stuffing, the cranberry sauce, they’re all a part of me.

But hosting isn’t easy. My knees ache by the time I’m done peeling, chopping, and roasting. Still, I tell myself it’s worth it. My granddaughter, Chloe, always says, “Grandma, your food tastes like love.” Those words keep me going.

A teenage girl | Source: Pexels

A teenage girl | Source: Pexels

This year, though, there was a wrinkle in my plans. My daughter-in-law, Candace, has never cared much for me or my cooking. She’s all about modern twists and store-bought shortcuts. We’ve never said anything outright, but I know how she feels. And she knows how I feel.

At least my son, Brad, and Chloe adore my food. Chloe even asked me last week if I could teach her my pie crust recipe. I told her I would when she was ready to commit to flour-covered counters and sticky fingers. She grinned and said, “Deal.”

Grandmother cooking with her daughter | Source: Pexels

Grandmother cooking with her daughter | Source: Pexels

By 3 p.m., I was bone-tired but proud. The turkey was golden, the pie was cooling, and the sides were perfectly seasoned. I cooked so much that it didn’t fit into my kitchen fridge, so I had to use the backup one in the garage.

I had just started setting the table when I heard the front door.

“Mom! We’re here!” Brad’s cheerful voice called out.

I blinked at the clock. “You’re early!”

A woman welcoming her son | Source: Pexels

A woman welcoming her son | Source: Pexels

Candace breezed into the kitchen, her blond hair perfectly styled, wearing heels no sane person would cook in. “Hi, Margaret,” she said, barely looking at me. “We thought we’d come early and help.”

“Help?” I repeated, stunned. Candace had never once offered to help with a meal in the 10 years she’d been part of this family.

An elderly woman and her daughter-in-law | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman and her daughter-in-law | Source: Pexels

Chloe bounded in behind her, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Hi, Grandma!” She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back, grateful for the warmth.

Candace clapped her hands. “So, what can I do?”

I hesitated. Was this some kind of olive branch? Or was she up to something? Brad smiled. “C’mon, Mom. Let her pitch in. You’ve done so much already.”

A thoughtful elderly woman | Source: Freepik

A thoughtful elderly woman | Source: Freepik

“Alright,” I said slowly. “Candace, you can watch the turkey. I’ll go freshen up for a minute.”

Upstairs, I meant to splash water on my face, maybe sit for a moment to rest my legs. But when I sat down, exhaustion took over. I must’ve dozed off because when I opened my eyes, the house was buzzing with voices.

A sleeping elderly woman | Source: Pexels

A sleeping elderly woman | Source: Pexels

“Oh no,” I muttered, jumping up. I hurried downstairs and froze at the dining room doorway.

The table was set, and everyone was already eating. Candace sat at the head of the table, smiling as guests complimented her food.

“This turkey looks incredible,” Aunt Linda said, cutting into her slice.

Cutting turkey | Source: Pexels

Cutting turkey | Source: Pexels

“I worked so hard on it,” Candace said, tossing her hair.

I blinked. Worked hard? None of this looked like my food. My mashed potatoes were creamy, not clumpy. My stuffing had sage, not whatever green flecks this was. Where was my pecan pie?

Feeling a growing knot in my stomach, I slipped into the kitchen. The smell hit me first—sweet potatoes, turkey drippings, and… the trash?

A suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

A suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

I opened the trash can, and my heart dropped. There were my dishes, sealed containers and all, tossed in with coffee grounds and napkins.

My hands trembled. “What—”

“Grandma?” Chloe’s voice came from behind me. I turned, my eyes filling with tears of anger and hurt. “Did you see—”

Sweet potatoes in a trash bin | Source: Midjourney

Sweet potatoes in a trash bin | Source: Midjourney

“I saw,” she whispered, stepping closer. She looked around to make sure no one else was nearby. “She threw it all out when you were upstairs.”

My voice cracked. “Why would she—”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe said, taking my hand. Her eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t quite place. “I took care of it.”

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A smiling teenage girl | Source: Pexels

“What do you mean?”

Chloe smiled. “Just trust me, Grandma. Come on, let’s go back to the table and watch the show.”

And with that, she pulled me toward the dining room, leaving the kitchen and my ruined dishes behind.

The dining room fell quiet. Forks hovered mid-air, and puzzled looks passed between the guests.

A photo of a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

A photo of a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

“This… uh…” Brad said, his brow furrowed as he chewed slowly. “It’s a little… intense?”

“I think I got a bad piece,” Aunt Linda murmured, reaching for her water glass. “Is it me, or is the stuffing… salty?”

“Salty?” Uncle Jim echoed, his face twisting into a grimace. “This isn’t salty; it’s seawater! What’s in this?”

A frowning elderly man | Source: Midjourney

A frowning elderly man | Source: Midjourney

Candace’s confident smile wavered. “Oh no,” she said, her voice a little too loud. “Really? It’s salty? I must’ve, uh, overdone the seasoning.” Her laugh sounded forced, and her cheeks turned pink. “I was rushing, you know, trying to get everything perfect.”

Chloe nudged me under the table. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice low and mischievous.

“What?” I whispered back.

A mischievous girl | Source: Midjourney

A mischievous girl | Source: Midjourney

“Try it,” she said, barely holding back her grin.

I glanced at my plate. With growing suspicion, I cut a small piece of turkey and placed it in my mouth.

Immediately, my eyes widened. The turkey was so salty, it made my tongue burn. The stuffing wasn’t any better—it was inedible. I quickly reached for my water, trying not to laugh.

Shocked elderly woman | Source: Freepik

Shocked elderly woman | Source: Freepik

“Well,” I said, dabbing at my mouth, “that’s… something.”

Chloe giggled quietly, and I caught her wink.

The rest of the table wasn’t as composed. Aunt Linda set her fork down with a clink. “I can’t eat this,” she said gently, trying to smile but failing.

Uncle Jim wasn’t so diplomatic. “Candace, this stuffing could preserve a mummy.”

An angry elderly man | Source: Midjourney

An angry elderly man | Source: Midjourney

Candace’s smile grew tighter. “Oh, I—I don’t know what happened,” she said, her voice pitching higher. “Maybe the turkey brine was too strong? Or the seasoning mix was bad?”

That was my cue. I stood, clearing my throat. “Well,” I said, raising my glass of sparkling cider, “let’s not worry too much about one little mishap. Cooking for a big crowd is no small task, after all.”

A woman toasting at a dinner | Source: Pexels

A woman toasting at a dinner | Source: Pexels

Brad smiled, relieved. “That’s true, Mom. Let’s toast to Candace for all her hard work today.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I added with a sweet smile. “Candace really outdid herself. And since everyone’s still hungry, I have a little surprise of my own.”

Candace’s smile froze. “You do?” she asked, her voice higher than usual.

A woman with a stiff smile | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a stiff smile | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, yes,” I said, setting my glass down. “I had a feeling we might need a backup plan, so I prepared some extra dishes. They’re out in the garage fridge. Brad, could you give me a hand?”

The room buzzed with murmurs as Brad followed me out. I opened the fridge, revealing my carefully prepared Thanksgiving dishes still in their containers, untouched.

“Wow, Mom,” Brad said, lifting the heavy pan of turkey. “You really went all out this year.”

A woman setting turkey on the table | Source: Pexels

A woman setting turkey on the table | Source: Pexels

“Just wanted to be prepared,” I said lightly, though my heart was racing with satisfaction.

We returned to the dining room, and I began setting my dishes on the table: the golden turkey, fluffy mashed potatoes, savory stuffing, and my famous pecan pie. The guests’ faces lit up.

“This looks amazing,” Aunt Linda said, her hands clasped in delight.

A smiling woman at a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

A smiling woman at a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels

“Finally, real food!” Uncle Jim said with a chuckle, earning a few laughs.

Candace sat stiffly, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, you didn’t have to go to all that trouble, Margaret,” she said, her voice tight.

Later, after the guests had gone, I stood in the kitchen, wrapping leftovers in foil. Candace walked in, her heels clicking softly against the tile.

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An ashamed woman | Source: Freepik

She cleared her throat. “Margaret, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry about earlier. I don’t know what came over me when I threw your food out. I just thought, you know, it might be too… old-fashioned.”

I looked at her for a moment, taking in her discomfort. “I appreciate the apology, Candace,” I said finally, keeping my tone even. “I know you were trying to help in your own way.”

She nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t used to admitting fault.

A smiling woman talking to her daughter-in-law | Source: Pexels

A smiling woman talking to her daughter-in-law | Source: Pexels

As she left the kitchen, Chloe appeared, her hands full of pie plates. “Grandma, your food saved Thanksgiving,” she said, grinning.

I laughed softly. “I think you had a hand in that, sweetheart.”

“Mom’s never going to forget this,” she said, her grin widening.

A smiling girl at a dinner | Source: Midjourney

A smiling girl at a dinner | Source: Midjourney

“Well,” I said, pulling her into a hug, “the important thing is that you stood up for me. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Chloe beamed. “Anything for you, Grandma.”

As I turned out the kitchen lights that night, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. The day hadn’t gone as planned, but it had reminded me of something far more precious than tradition or perfect meals: the fierce, loyal love of my granddaughter.

An elderly woman hugging her granddaughter | Source: Midjourney

An elderly woman hugging her granddaughter | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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