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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Hands

I've got eczema on both of my hands. Although not as bad as they used to be, itchy, unattractive bubbles pop up under the skin on the palms of my hands. Sometimes, the skin peels and cracks.

My eczema, especially on my hands, has always been a focal point of my insecurities. Only now am I starting to get over it, as I already do as much as I can to both prevent and control it. Beyond that, I have to deal with it, and I know that.

I was with my girlfriend the other day, and we were cuddling on my bed. She caressed my hands, and adoringly inspected them.

"You've got really nice hands, Kyran." She said.

My eyes began to water slightly as I smiled.

That meant so much to me.
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