During my worst flare-ups, my skin would crack so badly that I would completely lose my fingerprints. It was so hard not to feel frustrated. I couldn’t do all the jobs I needed to, and it felt as though my condition was taking over my identity. For a while, I struggled with low confidence. I was worried how people would look at me and judge me, what they would think of me if they shook my hand. I thought that my imperfections were all that people noticed.
I used to think that the beauty you see in magazines is the gold standard for beauty. My mom always had such confidence in herself, and always believed in me too. She’d say, ‘You should just be yourself.’ And when I see others feeling very comfortable in their own skin, I get inspired.
Because to me, real beauty is an acceptance of oneself. You need to enjoy your skin, to embrace it. I’ve started to accept who I am and I feel more at ease, I feel more at peace.
I believe now I'm at my most confident, and my confidence has grown because of my kids. As a mother of two, my children are the most important aspect of my life. It’s not dry skin that sets me apart, it’s my family – they are the ones who define me.