So, I've been living at home for about a month again now. I went to church today and a lady I have known since my childhood came up and asked me.... "So, tell me has your skin gotten worse since you've come back here...?"
So in reality I just told her the truth and tried to explain that it just goes in cycles... and I don't know what affects it... what I eat, the weather... I don't have a real clue. ( I wasn't too offended today because i was having a good day.. but on a bad day it would have really hurt my feelings)
But that's not what I want to talk about... I got thinking later... Why do people I've grown up with still think it's necessary to bring up the topic? Really how long have they known me?
So something I might try next time someone asks me or tries to make me aware of the condition of my own skin is..... to look around confused... "What my skin?" And then to have my eyes catch my hands and scream in shock... "ahhhh!!!! my skin!!!!!!!!! I'll have to go to the doctor first thing tomorrow!!!!!! Thanks for letting me know!" (and just walk away!)
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