I’ll admit many things. The fact that i’m broke. Literally broke. Freelance life bro. Freelance life.
I’ll also admit that I have an unhealthy obsession with Asia. And that occasionally I eat my pasta with chopsticks just… because.
But something I find it hard to reveal to my friends etc is that my skin is crappy. Not spots but Psoriasis. I’ve spent many a summer holiday trying to hide the giant red spots on my arms, legs, hell, all over my body.
I have Psoriasis which means that my body is covered in a red flasky rash. It goes through stages of good to bad to really bad, put some tights on and hope no one can see the rashes through them.
It’s something that i’ve learnt to deal with over time – I can put on creams and minimise its appearance which gives you a bit of a confidence boost. Most of the time I actually forget that I have it.
But it’s usually when i’m travelling that it’s a bit of a bother.
“What’s the deal with your skin?”
When I lived in China people would constantly ask me what was wrong with my skin. My tights would stay on in 25 degree heat just to ensure that no one asked me the dreaded question as I tried to come up with some form of an answer.
Going to the beach was another thing. While everyone was in their bikinis, I would usually be found with a towel wrapped around me tightly. Failing that, a very baggy tshirt.
When it came to meeting new people when travelling, i’d usually try and hide it for a couple of days before showing my skin once people had gotten to know me.
It’s weird because it shouldn’t have to be like that but when you feel self conscious yourself, the last thing you need is to feel like the entire world is staring at you.
How i’ve learnt to deal with it
I think as i’ve gotten older, i’ve felt more confident in my own skin. I know that sounds cliche but I understand it more.
I understand that in order for it to be better, I need to get my skin out there in the sun and in front of people. At times it can be hard but there’s no point whining about it if you’re not going to do anything about it.
People I keep around me are the ones who know me well. I guess it’s just happened this way that as I have gotten older, I am more comfortable about getting my skin out in front these friends because I feel relaxed around them.
When i’m around strangers I try to think that I won’t really see these people again, and they have far more interesting things to look at than my skin. And if people do stare, then it’s more of a reflection on them then it is on me.
I’ve understood what works and what doesn’t when it comes to moisturisers and make-up. I mean, it chops and changes – my skin often gets used to moisturisers so I have to change it up. But I have a regular brand I stick with – Liz Earle for moisturiser and Clinique for foundation. I am now comfortable going to the counters for help and telling them I want to cover up my flaking skin. And I take various creams for the rest of my body and make it into a routine.
Over time i’ve learnt to deal with it. I mean it’s nothing serious, just shitty skin.
And why would you let that stop you from doing the things you love.