Sometimes I like to live in denial.

Not like, “Oh, no, it’s cool, I don’t really have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

Or, “He said he’d call and he didn’t, but I’m sure he’s just busy.”

Like this:

Blerg.
Blerg.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re like, “What the fuck is that giant mark on your leg, Andrea?”

(And also, “When’s the last time you shaved your legs, Andrea?”)

It’s the rash I get when any fabric/material rubs against my leg. Like my boots, for example.

(And it’s been a couple days – back off.)

If I don’t wear socks that come up high enough, my crazy sensitive skin FREAKS OUT AT ME, and leaves me red, sore, and itchy wherever my shoes hit.

Eek!
Eek!

And try as I might not to scratch, it happens. Mostly it happens while I’m asleep.

I scratch in my sleep like mad. I scratch in my sleep so badly that when I get a new tattoo, I have to sleep in mittens to keep myself from scratching while the tattoo is in its itchy healing phase.

Ridiculous, but true.

So, this week, as I sit here with painfully itchy legs, trying my best not to make my stupid rash even worse, I have finally learned my lesson.

I need to respect my insanely sensitive skin.

Mark my words: I will never let this happen again!

Let’s all stop living in denial! Let’ all acknowledge the leg rashes of our lives!

xA

P.S. I’m sorry I made you look at my rashy legs. But it does make me feel somewhat better knowing I’ve shared my pain with you all.

P.P.S. Just be thankful I never showed you any photos of my MONSTER RASH.

P.P.P.S. SERIOUSLY.

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