MY SKIN STORY
My skin is the bane of my existence. There's no other way of putting it. My whole life I've been cursed with myriad skin conditions ranging from chronic acne to idiopathic-urticaria, showing no signs of relenting.
When I was born, I essentially had no skin. I was allergic to the absolute earth, and my allergies have stuck with me my whole life. Though luckily, I can actually wash my clothes now. And, y'know, exist without my skin falling off. Covered in eczema and being on death's door at even a breath of cows milk, I was covered in scabs and generally just pretty gross, god knows how my lovely mum dealt with me.
I was diagnosed with Idiopathic-Urtecharia and hypersensitivity along with Eczema, Seborrheic Dermatitis and Acne. Everything worsened with Asthma, lactose intolerance and a million other allergies.
My early teens were absolute hell.
Not only did I suffer with the conditions I still have, but when I was around 10, the first signs of acne started appearing. Over the next 12 years I took every medication under the sun to make it go away. Some of you reading this will remember me like this, but most of you won't. There are no pictures from back then, I didn't want any lasting memory. I was bullied throughout high-school about it, some girls even making a song up about my 'shiny forehead'. LOLZ. I tried every product under the sun and combined with my hypersensitivity, I was at a total loss. My mental heath went directly down the pan and only really started improving when I was about 17, after my medicine started working and I'd changed schools. A double course of Roaccutane came to the rescue and worked for a brief time but the only thing that made it improve was time. Growing up does really affect teenage skin, and it's about the only thing that does.
While I can deal with everything else, the urticaria is something I'll have to live with forever. No antihistamines help, no dietry changes help, I'll live with minimal dairy in my diet and while I can mostly get along with things, I get terrible flare ups. I guess that's what's prompted me to write about it. It's not something that's easy to ignore, and with the changing weather it's only getting worse.
I wanted my blog to become a bit more bloggy, rather than a whinge-fest, and I've recently been reading more of other people's blogs and wondering about make-up, how it'll affect me and whether anyone else suffers from any of these things, and how they get around it.
Basically what this is, is an appeal for advice, for solidarity, for someone to tell me that they know how it feels. If anyone could do that, I'd appreciate it.