You know I'm actually alright.
I have things; I have a place to live, I have family and friends - good ones, I have a job - even though its tedious as hell but hey its money, I have aspirations and inspirations, I have beliefs and determination and you know what else I am alive.
A woman recently at my work has been given 2 days to live due to cancer which has been growing in her body presumably for years - she only found out about the cancer 2 months ago and is now in a coma.
Life is pretty damn short. I know the majority of us on HERE are praying constantly for a miracle 'cure' for our skin issues - some more severe than others. But sometimes I think we get too wrapped up in it...in our minds, and appear self defeated and destructed. We forget hope. We forget faith and ultimately forget everything going on around us because we are sooo focused on our skin. (Not everyone but most)
I'm stopping this now. My skin isn't perfect but I am 23 and I can't, physically can't deal with hating myself anymore. I don't hate myself though and I don't hate God or life for my skin. I actually love that Life is good to me in othe...many ways. I am BLESSED.