I’ve had eczema as far back as I can remember, but it didn’t start getting bad until about 6th or 7th grade. And it’s only this year that I started to own up to my condition and accept it for what it is.
I’ve seen myself change so much: before I kind of put up a front. With eczema, you feel like the entire world is honing in on your imperfections. People would have never known how insecure I was because I wouldn’t let people get close to me. My mom used to get me these shirts with the thumbs cut out of the sleeve so I could completely cover up my hands – when I found out that those types of shirts even existed I was ecstatic! I wore them all the time. You would never see me in anything revealing, that’s just how uncomfortable I was with myself.