That new show on Netflix got me thinking, Altered Carbon. I’m not usually one to revert to year 12 english and think about the deep and meaningful side of television, but it hit a nerve.
This whole idea of sleeves, and being able to buy an entire new body. It made me think about my skin, and all its many issues, and how nice it would be to buy new skin. It’s not that easy apparently, and the more I thought about it the less euphoric it sounded.
Yes I have a few issues with my skin, and yes it’s shitty. But it could be worse.
When I was in year 12 I stood in front of the mirror crying. The make-up I was slapping on my face to hide the great dividing range on my chin, was going all flakey and turning me into a fish….
I have psoriasis. I have hormonal acne. I have sensitive skin. I scar easily.
There are people out there that have it way worse than me. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make. It’s my skin. It has carried me through life so far, and yes there are times I would curse it and wish for flawless skin, but at the end of the day it’s mine.
I’m not saying I love my skin, and I am completely confident in it. That’s not me, at least not yet. I just think I need to cut back of the on the harsh attitude I have towards it.