I’ve had most of these moles for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never met another person with as many as me. I grew up in Florida and I never saw sunscreen as a necessity. I spent long hours in the sun as well as tanning beds. I’ve had several moles removed which have left me with ugly scars. I constantly feel like people stare at me whenever I wear lower cut shirts. I was always tormented by boys growing up. I wish I could learn to love my spots.
So, I’ve been researching and have seen claims that Hidradenitis Suppurativa is linked to gluten intolerance. Anyone here tried removing gluten from their diets to see if it helps? Apparently gluten is linked to a lot of skin diseases. Makes sense. I think I’m going to try it and see how it works out!
These are my legs, and my favorite part about my body. Before last year, I was afraid of people seeing them. Having keratosis pilaris was a big insecurity in my life and I would constantly get comments on my skin, about how i needed lotion, questions on what it was, if it hurt, if i have it everywhere, if i didn’t care about it, if i did care about it, if its eczema, if it goes away, if i tried this homemade remedy, if i had a certain scrub and so forth. I avoided these questions by comments by covering myself up and kept my insecurities about my “weird” legs inside until I found out about the body-positivity movement. From the beginning of last year I started wearing skirts and shorts without tights for once in my life. I don’t actually think ive owned a pair of pants since then. People always ask me why I don’t wear pants and I always say its because I don’t get cold very easily and I don’t like the way pants look or feel on me. What I don’t tell them is how I used to hate my legs. How seeing them every day now, and letting other people see them everyday feels empowering. My legs are never smooth and “perfect”, they’re covered in bruises from concerts, cuts from adventures, scratches from nature, and most of all little red and black bumps from my keratosis pilaris and they will always be perfect to me.
Im so ashamed, my skin picking has become so horrible im embarassed to go out of my room to my family. sometimes i get in these moods where i will just sit in an area i can see my skin and pick for hours until im bleeding and scabbed. Im 15 and going to school with these marks and scabs is ruining my life.. i dont know why im sending you this but no one i know understands.
I have localized scleroderma which essentially means I have some dark patches on my skin. The photo doesn’t show it very well, but on my back it’s quite dark. When I was in first grade a dermatologist took a sample of my skin leaving a sensitive circle shaped scar. I also have the patches on my knees and on my hips. The doc said they’d be gone by the time I was 12 but I’m 15 now. They’ve faded a bit but at this point I don’t care. It think they’re cool.
I deal with obsessive picking of my scalp. I spend hours scratching and picking at my scalp and it hurts really bad. Brushing my hair hurts, washing my hair burns, and I hate for people to pat me on the head, a seemingly innocent gesture that causes me pain. There’s nothing wrong with my scalp- I just obsessively scratch and pick at it to make wounds and scabs. Possibly from anxiety? I have more bald and bloody spots besides these.
This pain has started impacting me a lot, but I’m determined to overcome it! I’m starting head-rehab (for what seems like the millionth time) again, and I hope to be a long way towards healing by Christmas. My friends have been extremely supportive, instead of grossed out or appalled, they’ve really helped me on my way toward quitting. Wish me luck!
helsbels7 asked: Hello I'm not sure if this is the right place to ask this, I've just started another tumblr blog about my experience living with vulvodynia. Which is a chronic vulval pain condition (which I guess in a way is skin!). If I submit about my experience am I allowed to include a link to my new blog? Thanks.
Absolutely!! Let’s share all our skin related stories and resources! I actually would love to read more on volvodynia as a lot of loved ones in my life with vulvas have suffered from this.
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I can’t thank you enough for this blog. I’ve had dermatillomania since the fourth grade, and since then I’ve never been comfortable showing my body. I have dark scars up and down my legs, my butt, my back, my chest, my arms… everywhere. But then I found this blog. I spent about an hour going through it, just crying. Because all of you are so brave, so strong. I’m seeing that I’m not alone. The girls with perfect bodies and skin I see every day at school? They very well may be wearing layers of makeup to cover their own scars, while all this time I’ve assumed that I’m the only one covered in marks.
Tomorrow I’m going to the pool. I’m not going to wear any makeup, I’m not going to cover my scars. I’m going to try and be brave like all of you amazing people. I am going to love my body, dammit… because confidence is beauty.
I have severe dermatillomania and I spend about an hour every day in front of the mirror, picking at my arms, thighs, shoulders, and mostly chest and breasts. I do it unconsciously too throughout the day when I’m writing or drawing or whatever. I have mild acne, but I also have extremely pale and red skin that makes what acne I have and my keratosis pilaris twice as evident. I am size 8-12 and I am self-conscious about my weight, but I get compliments on my large breasts. I had a sexually abusive ex who loved my breasts and seemingly nothing else about my body. Now that my picking has gotten so bad, I think I use it intentionally to damage my breasts, knowing they are one of the only positive reactions in fat-shaming culture to “curvy” or “bigger” women. I see that my skin on my breasts is flawed, so I pick at them trying to “perfect” them, knowing somewhat unconsciously that they will only look worse in the end. I know that most of my issues with my body that can’t be fixed without a long-term lifestyle change, so I see the ability to pop a pimple as a way to get a tiny imperfection out of my body right this second. I am relieved when the pore is empty and see it as a tiny defeat against the never-ending war with my body.
I have talked to a school counselor and to my parents and some friends about this, but no one seems to understand how big of a deal it is. I deal with all of my anxiety and self-esteem by picking. If I see or feel a pimple or a bump I cannot do ANYTHING until I can get away to go pick at it in front of a mirror. It is my “thing.” I almost don’t want it to go away, because then what will I do every night? How will I deal with my anxiety? How will I cope? How will I be able to look at my pimples and blackheads without trying to make them go away?
I wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THIS BLOG AND TO ALL OF THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE ON IT. This disease is misunderstood, underestimated, and so lonesome. You all have made me feel like part of a community about something I have struggled with by myself my whole life. Good luck to you all and thank you so much for your time if you have read my story.
P.S. I’m not submitting anonymously… So anyone who knows me in real life, hi now you know a lot about me whoops