Skin Me
Nope I’m not skinny. I never ever think of me as such even during my great depression. Well, I kind of notice that time that I have been losing weight and looking terrible. Oh well I’m back to the cradle of my dermatologist. The one person I cannot live without. I have recently paid her a visit. It’s been a year. I never have gone to any other doctors in Manila. Yeah, I have trust issues. So? There’s nothing really wrong except I have a little rash. I never have breakouts or pimples, but I rash especially when I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sad. Ha! Yup, I am psychosomatic. My sadness and anger manifest on my skin. Sometimes when I’m so hurt, I throw up now and then (that’s another story). Lately, it has been stress. I’m not really good at expressing negative emotions. I’m only good at loving. Hahahaha! The one thing I utmost give even without any taking back. 
I’m no vain girl. The only things that’s important to me are: Moisturizer, sunblock, petroleum jelly. I either use something natural or something from the doctor. Commercial products eat my skin, except for the sunblock and the jelly. I don’t like makeup. My doctor advises me not to wear any makeup. Besides, it’s itchy as hell. It’s the only time I get acne. Natural acne treatment hardly works for me. It has to be a doctor’s concoction. If all these is being vain, so I am vain then. It’s not that I want to have fair skin or flawless skin. That’s what most girls want here, including my sister. My brother even wants a fairer skin. Not me. I love my skin color. I even love it when I’m darker and all of them hate it. Ha! Who cares?!
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