Here's a metaphor for you.
Say one's complexion is like a fresh, dewy lawn of grass.
And, in this scenario, that would make acne a rampant infestation of dandelions... sometimes blending in with the grass, and sometimes exploding all over the place.
Therefore, I find myself with two (and maybe even a third, time will tell) of these:
And that's pretty much what they feel like.