Tuesday, November 02, 2004
the one with the spots
the red spot of pus.the bumpy tiny boil.
the future of a potholed face.
the pimple.
the bane of every teenager.
i used to suffer anxiety attacks over my skin conditions then. where each pimple would diminish my chances of being picked up by a cute high school jock at some coffee joint. ha! i'm four years away to the grand old thirty shelf and here i am still fretting bout the occasional spot.
had an interesting conversation on extreme skin conditions with a houseman friend over the weekend. she would've laughed her head off at my daft worries over a couple of little red spots. which really ain't nothing compared to the severe conditions seen in her dermatology reference book. looking at the grosteque pictures, one can't help feeling sorry for these unfortunate individuals who probably are forced to live in isolation to avoid people like us gawking. trust me, some of the conditions are so bad you can't bring yourself to look much less see in person. i felt like a total phony. perhaps i'm the pathetic one cos i don't possess their courage to face the world if put in a similar circumstance.
the superficial coward that i am.
i bow my head in shame.
bee wrote this at 8:43 AM
