Faith

Faith
Accepting all of me has been my number one struggle since when I became conscious of my skin. Being an HS (Hidradenitis Suppurativa) fighter, you get to struggle with the reality that life has unapologetically imposed on you for no reason. Then it starts to feel like a dark secret squeezing your chest so hard you struggle to breathe as no one outside the walls of your family knows that side of you. You can’t seem to figure out a way to explain why your skin looks a certain way, or why there are stains on your clothes due to sinuses coming out from the different boils which decided to take home on your body or explain why you smell a certain kind of way. Or having the habit of pushing people away because you think how your skin is, is who you are and they won’t be able to handle or accept the real you. So you stay on your own lane, ignore the stares of random strangers who are probably wondering why your skin looks that way and maybe go ahead to give their unsolicited opinions on what you could use to clear the acne glaring on your skin.

This is for those suffering from skin issues (acne is a bitch) who feels they can’t wear certain clothes due to their “imperfections” (that’s just BS, there’s nothing like that). Babe/dude kindly rock that shit.