My Journey with Psoriasis

I was diagnosed in 1981. My dad left my mum, and it impacted me. I had my first flare breakout. People did not know what psoriasis was then. I was covered, and I was bullied relentlessly at school. They called me a leper. It really affected me. Not only was I dealing with a terrible family breakdown, but I was dealing with bullies. It was lousy as a kid. I used to miss school a lot with any excuses to be at home.

As I grew, I blossomed. My psoriasis was better treated, and it became less bothersome to me. I grew prettier and more self confident. I just wore what I liked and did not care. I would verbally shut down anyone who pointed it out. So they just shut up. I am 55 years old now. I am still confident. I love myself, my journey, and my psoriasis too. It is part of me, and it is OK. Especially this day and age to be fully accepted and not judged upon a small, a tiny part of who I am, as I am so much more. Be proud, be you! You are beautiful. 🩷