I’m not sure if this is just an expression that only my Dad uses or if anyone else has ever heard of it, but it’s what he says when he’s talking about someone with bad skin, i.e. me.
I had perfect skin up until my twenties, but then puberty decided that it wanted to screw me all over again. I’ve taken medication before which helped but unfortunately the side effects posed worse health issues and alternative methods have failed since.
Anyone who has bad skin knows the feeling; you can’t hide it because it’s on the one part of your body which is visible to everyone, all the time. It makes me feel so ugly and worst of all, immature. It’s embarrassing being 26 but looking like a teenager. I feel like spots are for younger people and that I will get treated like a child because I look like one.
It was bad enough suffering from eczema for years but at least it wasn’t on my face! Sigh.
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