our-skin: This is my face, or rather neck and chin area as a result of PCOS. I identify as female
our-skin: This is my face, or rather neck and chin area as a result of PCOS. I identify as female and femme, and I am sure that you can appreciate the vast irony herein. Add to this psoriasis, psoriatic arthritis, keratosis pilaris, cystic acne and the weight gain and hirsutism that come with PCOS and I become basically a clusterfuck of some of the ugliest aspects of genome activity, all of which has no inherent cure. Sparing the harshest of meds, I have tried ev-er-y-thing over the years to overcome all of the above, though I have drawn the line at risking my liver. Clearly I am the ideal candidate for laser hair removal, but in my country it is not covered by health care as it is considered cosmetic (you’ve GOT to be kidding me), and not being born with a silver spoon it is completely out of reach financially. So I must shave daily, and sometimes twice a day, and that’s IF I can find the strength and/or -must- leave the house. Admittedly these days are few and far between, because the black dots and dark shadow are ever present and obvious to the naked eye, in spite of my rather adept skills at makeup. Having been stared at a little too long by nearly everyone I encounter, leaves me at a loss to find much personal pride and joy in life. I walk this world daily, questioning my existence and losing the battle a little more each day. That tends to happen when one has been called a freak a few too many times. I can accept and love my body fully regarding everything else, including the weight; but I still haven’t found a way to love what steals my chance at a life fully lived and robs me of expressing myself in the world as I wish to be seen. -- source link
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