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My skin is so bad I want to flay it off and begin again. Why am I still suffering acne at 32? This is ridiculous. When I was younger I would find every cream/ lotion/ potion I had and apply them one after the other, chemically punishing my skin for being terrible.
I hate when people tell me to use [insert product blah blah] because they NEVER work and they’re usually expensive as fuck. Yes I’ve probably tried what you want to suggest.
I hate people with clear skin. No really.
Um can I get in on this skin frustration? Because, honestly - all of this, just a different condition.
Weather changes have made my seb derm flare up again and I CAN’T STOP PICKING AT IT. I even do it in my sleep. I wake up in the morning and loathe putting my head under the water in the shower because I know it’s going to sting something fierce. My entire scalp feels like one giant, flaking, festering scab. It creeps across my face from my temples, out from behind my ears. I’m running out of treatments that work.
I’d like a skin transplant. Or something.
TW: Health shaming
Do not make assumptions about my lifestyle under the guise of being concerned about my health, especially when I did not ask for your opinion.
YOU DON’T KNOW ME LIKE I DO. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Let me just expand on this as I am slowly raging…
I posted on Facebook this morning that I’m not feeling well. Mistake number one.
Should have known better than to incite a discussion about health on Facebook, though honestly I don’t know how making a statement about being frustrated with my health turns into an open invitation for others to make assumptions and lecture me about my lifestyle habits.
Yes, I know taking vitamins and exercise is “good” for me.
Yes, it’s lovely that you walk 2 miles twice a week and would like me to join you - but why are you assuming that I don’t already have some sort of walking regime in place?
Yes mother, I know that going outside and being consistently active could help with my conditions, thank you for the 20 texts you sent me this morning reminding me of this. Like the millions of times you brought this up in the past wasn’t enough.
What is it about me that makes people think I fucking lack common sense? Is there something about my fat body that just screams, “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE HEALTHY, PLEASE SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW”? Oh, right.
I mean, I know obviously that all of these people have my best interest in mind. As my mother puts it: “I’m a nag with good intentions.”
I’m really sorry, but the cold hard fact is - your good intentions don’t mean shit to me.
In fact, they appear to me as health shaming cloaked in “concern”.
They make me feel small.
Walking a few miles every week is great. I love walking. I’ve been walking a lot more lately. How much I walk or how often is immaterial - the point is, I move my body intuitively. I am active in ways that please me and make me feel good. You don’t need to know the details, because I don’t need your validation.
The fucking reality is, going for a walk is not going to make my fucking chronic illnesses DISAPPEAR. You can’t fix me. I can’t fix me. I can only live with what I’ve got, and I know what I’m doing more than you know what’s “best” for me.
Do not make assumptions about my lifestyle under the guise of being concerned about my health, especially when I did not ask for your opinion.
YOU DON’T KNOW ME LIKE I DO. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I’m a girl who considers herself plus-sized, and it truly disturbs me that, if you search “plus-size inspiration” in tags, nothing comes up. However, if you search “thin inspiration”, endless amounts of results are found. I was just looking for some support from other girls my size, about what to wear, good stores to shop at, maybe even exercise tips. Everyone is beautiful, no matter what shape, size, or color they are, but situations like this are extremely frustrating.
Hey heyyy look over here!
And here, and here, and here, annnnd here!
Those were just some random ones :)