Click Image To Visit SiteI vividly remember the first time keratosis pilaris effected my life. I was 14 years old and infuated with a cute boy.
We were at Six Flags ready to get on a roller coaster. While waiting in line, he started to get close to me and rub my arms because he thought I was cold.
At that point… I was so embrassed. I didn't know what to say. I felt like I was going to cry. It was a long ride that is for sure.
KP didn't really bother me until that point in my life but after that horrific episode… I became totally self conscious and obsessed with it.
I went to dermatoligist after dermatoligist, over 10 in all, hoping that one would say… "Just take this and your skin will be clear". But they all acted like it wasn't a big deal, told me to live with it, wrote me a script for a useless skin cream, and made me feel like I was wasting their time.
All the while I was becoming more and more depressed that this skin condition was controlling my life.
I'd would even get mad at the weatherman for saying it was going to be sunny and 80 degrees out tomorrow so that meant I'd be the weird one wearing the long sleeve shirt while being scorched by the sun.
Growing up I always felt I was hiding something from the world. Not showing the real me. I could tell that others noticed it too.
I could write a book on all the excuses I've gave through the years to avoid outings where I'd need to show my skin.
The days where I could wear a tank top to show off my tone arms from all the work I put in at the… Read more…