Mon, Jan-14-08, 21:17
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Senior Member
Posts: 197
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Plan: Modified Atkins
Stats: 276/269/125
BF:
Progress: 5%
Location: Seattle, WA
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When I was a teenager, I first developed this. My mother used to hold me down, scrub me with a washcloth and loofah until my neck was bright red (... or more), and then use astringent to "get what we missed with the washcloth" - as if! Oh, that stung.
Fast foward ten years. My youngest sister gets it. The doctor tells my mother "Hey, it's a medical condition." She called me up to tell me and says I should get this looked into. I told her that I've been saying that for years. "Oh..."
Still, I can't look in a mirror without seeing it. I don't wear white shirts because all I see is my neck looking dirty and unwashed. Sometimes, my husband has to literally pull the loofah out of my hands. "Misa, honey, you're making yourself bleed." (He handles my neuroses very well.) I have it REALLY bad under my arms. Have since puberty. People used to tell me I should wash under my arms. I DO - I scrub and scrub and scrub and it makes no difference.
It can really hurt a gal's self-image.
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