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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Nurse Secretly Told Me to Look Under My Husband’s Hospital Bed — What I Found There Made Me Call the Police

During what I thought was a normal hospital visit, my husband’s nurse pulled me aside and whispered: “Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but… LOOK UNDER YOUR HUSBAND’S BED when you go back to the room.” I wasn’t prepared for what I found and it had me reaching for my phone to dial 911.

I’m still reeling as I write this. Part of me wants to laugh at how ridiculous it all turned out, but the other part? The other part can’t stop replaying every stressful second of last Friday night.

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

Ethan, my husband, has been in the hospital for over a week now. He had surgery to fix an old injury that had been bothering him for years — a complication with his hip that finally caught up with him. He’s doing better now, recovering, but it hasn’t been easy. Between working, taking care of the kids, and making sure he’s comfortable, my days have been… hectic, to say the least.

“Mom, when’s Dad coming home?” Tommy had asked that morning, pushing his cereal around his bowl.

“Soon, sweetie,” I’d replied, trying to hide the exhaustion in my voice. “He needs to get stronger first.”

“But I miss him,” Sarah had chimed in, her bottom lip trembling. “It’s not the same without him here.”

“I know, baby. I miss him too. More than you know.” I’d pulled them both into a tight hug, breathing in their familiar scents and drawing strength from their warmth.

A man in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

A man in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney

Normally, I visit Ethan in the mornings or afternoons while the kids are at school. But last Friday, my dad offered to take the kids for the night.

“You look like you could use a break,” he’d said, his eyes full of concern. “When was the last time you had a full night’s sleep?”

I couldn’t remember, honestly. But his offer felt like a lifeline. I thought it was a wonderful idea to surprise Ethan with an evening visit. And maybe brighten his day a little.

When I walked into his hospital room, he looked up from his phone and immediately froze.

“Hey,” I said, smiling as I set my bag down on the chair. “You weren’t expecting me, huh?”

A startled man | Source: Midjourney

A startled man | Source: Midjourney

He blinked a couple of times and gave me a nervous laugh. “No. I mean, uh, didn’t you come earlier today?”

“I did. But I had some extra time, so here I am.” I shrugged, sitting down next to him. “I miss you, you know.”

“Sam…” he whispered, reaching for my hand but stopping halfway. “You shouldn’t… I mean, you must be exhausted. The kids —”

“The kids are with Dad,” I interrupted, studying his face. Something in his expression made my stomach twist. “They miss you so much, Ethan. Sarah cried again this morning.”

His face crumpled for a moment. “God, I hate this. Being stuck here, leaving you to handle everything…”

A woman standing at a hospital ward doorway and waving her hand | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing at a hospital ward doorway and waving her hand | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, that’s what marriage is about, right? In sickness and in health?” I tried to joke, but my voice caught slightly.

Ethan smiled, but there was this… I don’t know, distracted look in his eyes. Like his brain was working overtime on something else.

“You okay?” I asked, watching him closely. “You seem… different tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He picked at the corner of his blanket. “How are the kids?”

We made small talk for a bit, and I peeled an apple for him — his favorite snack. But the whole time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Ethan’s answers were shorter than usual. And he kept glancing at the door.

A door | Source: Pexels

A door | Source: Pexels

“Remember when we first started dating?” I said, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence. “You used to bring me apples every day because you heard somewhere that ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away.'”

He laughed, but it sounded strained.

“Ethan,” I reached for his hand again, and this time he let me take it. “Talk to me. What’s going on? Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse?”

A nervous man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

A nervous man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

“No!” he said too quickly, then softened his tone. “No, I’m fine. Really. Just… tired.”

I tried not to overthink it. I figured maybe he was just tired. Surgery takes a toll, right?

But then, on my way to toss the apple peelings in the trashcan outside the ward, I ran into Carla.

Carla is one of Ethan’s nurses. She’s warm, chatty, and the kind of person who instantly puts you at ease. We’d spoken a few times before, but this time, she seemed anxious.

A nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Pexels

A nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Pexels

She stepped into my path, glancing nervously down the hall before lowering her voice. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

Her hands were trembling slightly as she fidgeted with her ID badge. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We’re not supposed to get involved in patients’ personal lives, but…”

“Carla,” I grabbed her arm gently, my heart starting to race. “You’re scaring me. Is something wrong with Ethan? Did the tests show something?”

She shook her head quickly. “No, no, it’s not medical. It’s…” She bit her lip. Her eyes darted toward Ethan’s room, and her voice dropped even lower. “Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but… look under your husband’s bed when you go back to the room.”

I frowned, confused. “Under his bed? Why?”

A confused woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

A confused woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

“Just trust me,” she said quickly, her expression almost pleading. “You’ll understand when you see it.”

“Carla, please,” my voice cracked slightly. “If something’s wrong, just tell me. I can handle it.”

“I can’t,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder. “But you need to know. Just… look.”

She turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a pit of dread growing in my stomach.

What was she talking about? Was something wrong with Ethan? Was there some kind of secret I should’ve noticed?

“Wait!” I called after her, but she already left, her shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor.

A horrified woman calling out to someone | Source: Midjourney

A horrified woman calling out to someone | Source: Midjourney

I took a deep breath and headed back to the room, trying to act normal. My hands were shaking so badly that I had to shove them into my pockets.

Ethan was lying back in his bed, scrolling through his phone again.

“Everything okay?” he asked as I sat down.

“Yeah. Just threw out some trash.”

But my mind was racing. Carla’s words echoed in my head: “Look under his bed.”

I needed an excuse. Something casual. I quickly grabbed the apple I’d been peeling earlier and pretended to drop it.

A woman holding an apple | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding an apple | Source: Midjourney

“Oops,” I said, crouching down.

That’s when I saw it. My heart stopped.

There, under the bed, were eyes… staring back at me.

At first, I thought I was imagining things. But no. There was a woman crouched there, staring back at me like a deer caught in headlights.

“What the —” I shot to my feet. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing under my husband’s bed?”

Ethan’s heart monitor started beeping faster. “Wait, wait… Samantha, it’s not what you —”

“Don’t you dare ‘wait’ me! After everything we’ve been through? After ten years of being together?”

Grayscale shot of a woman hiding | Source: Midjourney

Grayscale shot of a woman hiding | Source: Midjourney

“Sam, please —”

I didn’t let him finish. “What is she doing here, Ethan?” My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone. “I’m calling the police. What is this? Some kind of joke?”

The woman scrambled out from under the bed, her face as red as a firetruck. She looked mortified.

“Please!” Ethan started to panic. He reached for my phone, wincing as the movement pulled at his IV. “Samantha, stop. It’s not what you think.”

“Not what I think?” I stared at him, my chest heaving. Tears were burning in my eyes. “There’s a WOMAN under your bed, Ethan! What else am I supposed to think? That she dropped her contact lens under there?”

“Miss Samantha, I can explain —” the woman started.

An angry woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

“How dare you?” I yelled, backing away from both of them. “How long has this been going on? Is this why you’ve been acting so strange, Ethan?”

The heart monitor’s beeping grew more insistent. Ethan shifted in the bed, wincing as he carefully swung his legs over the side. His movements were slow and deliberate, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress for support. The IV pole rattled softly as he stood, unsteady on his feet, his hospital gown fluttering slightly with the effort.

I could see him struggling to keep his balance, his knuckles white as he braced himself. “Please, just listen to me,” he said, his voice trembling. “I can explain.”

An agitated man | Source: Midjourney

An agitated man | Source: Midjourney

“Explain WHAT, Ethan? That you’re cheating on me in a hospital room? While I’m at home, taking care of our children, running myself ragged trying to keep everything together?”

“No! God, no. It’s not like that.” He glanced at the woman, who looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. “Tell her,” he said.

The woman hesitated, then mumbled, “I’m a wedding planner.”

I blinked. “A… what?”

She straightened, still avoiding my gaze. “Ethan hired me to help organize a surprise wedding. For you.”

I stared at her like she’d just spoken another language. “A… wedding? For me? What are you talking about?”

A wedding setup | Source: Pexels

A wedding setup | Source: Pexels

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s true. I’ve been working with her to plan a wedding. For us. A real one.”

“But… but why all the secrecy? Why hide her under the bed like some… some teenager sneaking around?”

“Because you weren’t supposed to be here!” Ethan’s voice broke. “We’ve been planning this for months.”

A sad man | Source: Midjourney

A sad man | Source: Midjourney

The woman nodded awkwardly. “We were finalizing the details — your favorite colors, flowers, everything. He wanted it all to be perfect. We overheard you talking to someone on the phone outside the ward, and we didn’t want to give away the surprise… so he told me to hide under the bed. I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding.”

“I found our old wedding photo the other day,” Ethan continued, his eyes glistening. “Remember? City hall, you in that simple white dress, me in my dad’s old suit? You deserved so much more than that rushed ceremony.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The anger I’d felt moments ago melted into something softer, something that made my chest ache.

A woman overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney

A woman overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney

“You… you were planning a wedding?” I whispered. “All this time?”

Ethan nodded, reaching for my hand. “I know it sounds crazy, but… I just wanted to surprise you. To make you happy. To give you the wedding day you always dreamed about before…”

“Before what?” I pressed, squeezing his hand.

“Before anything else can go wrong,” he whispered. “I love you, Sam. More than anything. I want to marry you again, properly this time, surrounded by our kids, family, and friends.”

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Then, slowly, I started to laugh, tears streaming down my face.

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

“You are insane!” I said, shaking my head. “Do you have any idea how close I was to calling 911? I thought… God, I thought the worst.”

Ethan gave me a sheepish smile. “Yeah… sorry about that. Not my brightest moment, having Jessica hide under the bed.”

The wedding planner — Jessica — muttered another apology before slipping out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.

As the door clicked shut, Ethan reached for my hand. “So… what do you think? Still mad at me?”

A woman walking away | Source: Pexels

A woman walking away | Source: Pexels

I squeezed his hand, my heart full. “Mad? No. But you owe me a real explanation… and maybe a drink when we get out of here!” I laughed, then added softly, “And Ethan? I don’t care if we have to have our first dance in wheelchairs when we’re 90. As long as it’s with you.”

He pulled me close, and I could feel his tears dampening my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered. “Even after ten years, I fall more in love with you every day.”

“I love you too,” I murmured back. “But next time you plan a surprise? Maybe don’t hide the planner under the bed!”

His laughter, warm and genuine this time, filled the hospital room, and everything felt right again.

A couple embracing each other | Source: Unsplash

A couple embracing each other | Source: Unsplash

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