I’m sure that most people in the world have experienced acne at least one time or another, in adolescence or even into adulthood. The weird thing is that here in the DR, acne is almost non-existent, or at least very rare. Almost everyone has beautiful skin. I don’t know if it is because people here are accustomed to the humidity? Maybe the humidity helps? Maybe there are a lot of natural remedies? Maybe it is genetic? I really have no idea. Their skin is beautiful, what can I say.
One thing I do know is that almost every female I have met feels like they have the right to tell me everything they know about my acne, which at sometimes can be extremely annoying. Surprisingly, I already know I have acne and I have hated it since I was 11. I have used everything from topical creams, prescribed antibiotic pills, everything benzoyl peroxide, aloe vera and other natural plants to try to get rid of it. Most of the time it goes away or gets better, but when I change environments it normally gets worse. When I moved to Philadelphia for college, it went haywire for a bit. Here there is 80% humidity on an average day and my skin has definitely been reacting. For the record, it has gotten a lot better since we arrived more than a month ago.
Now, don’t get me wrong. If someone actually had something that would get rid of my acne, I would definitely listen to them. A few people who are good friends with Roberto have given some good advice about acne here and it was well welcomed. Then there are other people who I don’t even know, complete strangers giving me advice. They tell me what to do before they even know my name. This has happened in a wide variety of places, church, at a dinner party, in a public car, and the most annoying time so far was today in the hospital.
Since Roberto and I knew we were coming to the DR I have been trying to find a way for me to practice nursing while he is here for school. Originally we were going to be here for a year, so I was going to become a registered nurse here. That usually takes a few months and requires a lot of paperwork, tests, and apostilles. A few weeks ago we found out that Roberto can make this his last semester here, so we can go back to the U.S. much earlier. Now I have really only been looking for volunteering opportunities because it is not worth it to go through the process of becoming registered here. So today we went to a hospital to talk about becoming a volunteer. Immediately after leaving the interview at the hospital a woman walks through one of the main doors, makes eye contact with me for two seconds, points to my face and says (in spanish) “Stop eating butter! No mayonnaise, no chocolate, or it will get worse!!” then she starts to move her hands in circular motions to her face “every night cut up a lemon in four pieces, put sugar on the pieces, and massage it into your face. Your acne will disappear!” I immediately nod my head, say thank you, and promptly leave. Roberto and I laughed about this all the way home. At first it was annoying or even offensive when people talked about my acne to me, but now it is just funny.
Lemon with sugar is not the only remedy I have been given here. I have been told aloe vera, sulfur soaps, limoncillos (different than lemon), and a Mary Kay acne kit will help me fix my acne. I am sure all of the women who gave this advice had good intentions. They want me to have beautiful skin too.
I know that this phenomenon is something related to a cultural difference, so I really shouldn’t care too much. People here are much more open to say what they think. A lot of things that would be classified as offensive in the U.S. are not offensive here. I have found this to be true in Spanish in general. For example, referring to someone as “moreno/morena” is rarely offensive here, more just a classification of color (Moreno means dark or black). I have seen people try to get the attention of a stranger only referring to them as “moreno/morena” where if you yelled out to get the attention of a stranger and yelled “Blacky!” it would definitely not be seen as friendly. Another example is the word gordito/gordita, it is affectionate. You call your wife or girlfriend gordita as a nickname and as a compliment. Calling your girlfriend “little fatty” in English might make her not want to talk to you for a few days.
A few times since we have been here people have asked if I am pregnant. Like the acne story, I was annoyed that people were asking. Didn’t they know it is rude to ask that? After thinking about it a couple of times I have come to the conclusion that here it is a lot more expected to have a baby right after you get married and women’s roles seem more defined than what I am used to. That by asking if you are pregnant, maybe it is really just them wanting you to be. In response to people asking if I am pregnant I now quickly answer “It might look like it, but no.” That catches some people off guard, so maybe I really don’t look pregnant? Or maybe I should stop wearing high-waisted skirts? Maybe the acne will never go away and people will keep asking if I am pregnant, but at least now I don’t care. I can definitely learn from the openness of this and other cultures and how it’s not worth it to be offended and be more open myself, but maybe not to strangers….