I'm watching TLC the other day, and this ad comes on, some new treatment for eczema. The woman on it has this perfect skin, not a spot on it. It blathers on about how "there is no cure, but you can treat it," yare yare yare.
First I get angry. No shit there's no cure, I've had the fucking stuff since I was about three years old. I've been treating it with all sorts of stuff since then to, none of it which really works. I want to yell that she has no idea what it's like to have severe eczema, probably any eczema for that matter.
Then, get this, I start to cry. Right now, I'm having the most severe breakout I have ever had. It's never been on my back before. It's never been on my face before. It's never itched, swelled, and hurt this much before. You don't know what I would give to have normal skin. Just plain, pale skin, without the scars, scabs and sores. I don't usually stress out about my eczema. Most people say they don't care, or that they really don't notice it. But I do, and once in a great while, it really upsets me. I spent about 20 minutes in the bathroom just hating my skin and crying.
I know I'm no Miss America, but I'm no Big Foot either. Now that this stuff is on my face though...it really upsets me.
Thankfully, I had someone really wonderful and supportive there to help me feel better. I just wish my skin would follow suit.