I started to not love myself. As each day went by and as my skin got worse, it became hard to accept myself. To accept my condition. I didn’t post a whole lot a year ago. I couldn’t bring myself to post photos or videos on any platform because I refused to show what I looked like. So if I did, I edited it out. My phone recently gotten wiped so I lost all of my original photos that I made edits to. All the edited photos are now archived and I vowed to myself to never alter a photo due to my eczema. I did a lot to try and save my sanity. My family and friends, at the time, supported me tremendously and that is one of the sole reasons why I kept fighting. Having severe eczema brings you to a dark place. It’s hard to manage it physically let alone manage your mental health along with it. When it keeps you up all night because you can’t seem to find rest or you don’t want to leave your house because you’re ashamed of what you look like. It takes a toll on you and it’s heavy. Thankfully...