For the first time in a long time, I put my hand to my face and didn't feel like screaming or crying. I was touching soft, clean skin. No bumps from an eczema breakout. No flakes from unnaturally dry skin. Just my face.
It's like, piece by piece, I'm reclaiming my body. It's something I can live in again. My arms were first since starting this new treatment, but my face...it's something I can show to the world again. Next are the legs...oh my god, I can't wait to get my legs looking this good.
I'm determined to make my body my own again...or rather, for the first time. I've had this stuff ever since I was about 4 or 5 years old. Years of the same old treatment got me nothing. Utter distress at the spread of the disease caused this rant. But now...there is an end in sight.
It's like being given a new body. And I think I'm going to enjoy living in it.