Dear Psoriasis,

cutenclassy:

I wish more people understood psoriasis. I’m not contagious, it’s not an “owie”, there’s nothing wrong with me. Please don’t wince and go “oh no what’d you do” or “that looks awful”. I was born this it this is my skin. My flesh isn’t rotting. It’s a very painful, embarrassing, crippling condition. My hands bleed from handling cardboard and paper. I can’t even handle balloons because it causes new plaques. I can’t touch rough surfaces because my skin can get caught and peel off. I use my medication every night and burns worse than soap in a fresh cut. It literally brings me to tears.

I constantly try to play it off like its nothing but it’s something I’ve had to live with for my entire life and I’m so tired of it. I have soaked my skin in steroids and medication after medication and it is still here.

I just wish people would stop looking at me like I have some horrible contagious disease. I have feels too.

I wish I could tape this all over the world but for now I will just re-blog it

Its itchy and it hurts ALLLLL the time! So you guys know what my brain automatically concludes. Has anyone else heard of getting psoriasis there or had it there?

from-head-to-toe:

It’s back again.
Those are the words that you really hate to utter.
Isn’t it frustrating how it just comes and goes whenever it pleases, and there is basically nothing you can really do to prevent it?
I have never really been a happy person, I tried but never really succeeded in being happy for a lengthy period of time. But having psoriasis really takes the happiness from you. Unintentionally you think about it all the time, it just appears in your mind without purpose and just like that piano falling from the building, breaks you into so many different pieces you are left scattered on the sidewalk for all to look at confusingly.  
And you feel broken, I always feel broken.
But my advice would be to hold onto those positive moments that happen. Even if you think about your skin, think about your moment more; it’s this moment that is your life and don’t you want to be happy in life? 

shesgotthecrazy:

I’m not going to sit here and rephrase everything Jenna Marbles said here so just fucking read it.

Done?

Okay good. 

Today I learned that when Jenna Marbles gives you advice, fucking listen to it. Don’t half pay attention and buy coconut oil at the first place you can find it because ZEDOHEMGEESHINYOBJECT it must all be the same shit! No. Pay attention.

I bought some crap in a tiny jar, that didn’t smell like anything and was a weird off white verging on nearly yellow. It was alright, it worked well enough on my skin. But Jenna Marbles clearly said:

“ Imagine if Jesus and Lady Gaga made a MAC Viva Glam product out of pure unicorn blood and then Ghandi blessed it after it was filtered through a rainbow of infant tears on top of Mount Everest and it dropped down from the sky to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean where a narwhal incubated it to it’s maturity and sold it Johnny Appleseed where he planted it on the holy grounds of Jerusalem and it sprouted into a glitter explosion of pure amazingness. That’s what coconut oil is.” -Jenna Marbles

And what I owned, that wasn’t it.

So today I bought a new one from BlahBlah’s (Loblaws) for $11.99 and oh mighty fuck. It’s pearly and white. And creamy and soft. It’s texture is fucking amazing. And it smells like fucking coconuts. Exactly like shredded coconut you buy in the baking aisle. 

Because everything virgin is better, right?

Tonight I rubbed it all over my face and said “My face smells like an Angels asshole”. And then I put it everywhere else and exclaimed “Now, my entire body smells like an Angels vagina”. It’s what every woman wishes jizz was like.

If you know me in any way at all, you know I love the fucking shit out of coconuts. I love the smell most, I love the taste almost as much, and now…the texture of this stuff could make me cream my pants. I am one hell of a coconut cream slut, and this is by far the very best product I’ve ever used and it’s not even an actual cream. I bought it at a GROCERY STORE.

So why the hell am I freaking out and writing vulgar shit about an edible oil product? Because this shit is good for my skin. It works just as good, is cheaper, and smells better than anything the pharmacy gives me for psoriasis. I use it as a moisturizer everywhere else. And when I put it in my hair? Even my Husband noticed and commented on it looking different. That is what I call a fucking miracle in a jar.

I definitely raised some concern in my household over my coconut oil glee today, but hey. You can’t choose what makes you happy, but when you find it, rub it all over your boobs.

Yes, I’m writing that. On the internet.

TRY THIS FOR YOUR SKIN AND HAIR AND EVERYTHING. It’s the best ever make sure you get 100% pure coconut oil though :) It’s worth every penny!

So today in psychology we were getting our research papers back that are worth like 70% of our grade and he was being SOO slow to call us up to get it. I already have bad enough anxiety already so I was on the verge of a panic attack and of course my psoriasis had to join the party…the backs of my arms broke out so bad I was so red and blotchy I though I was going to scratch my arms off. It was SO embarrassing! I just don’t understand how my skin reacts so fast! It was awful…they look much better now but I still have a few itchy spots.

orangestoplights:

It annoys me when people ask me what is wrong with me, in reference to my Psoriasis. Nothing is wrong with me.

Also, yes I have seen a dermatologist. And NO, you can not GET IT from me. It is not contagious, it is genetic. STFU.

For real. I love “oh maybe you should see a doctor?” No thank you I just want to walk around covered in psoriasis because I love to be itchy and in pain all the time :D

I just want to cry.

I think that people living with psoriasis have it harder than the average person when it comes to feeling beautiful/handsome, etc.

It affects us from the inside out.

But learning to live with it is an achievement itself.

And to gain confidence and self-esteem back is even more.

It’s a slow process.

So I guess I won’t cry. 

(Source: spottedsarah)