In which I compare Dermatillomania to a giant, skin-picking cockroach.
At one point I hid a compact under some sweaters and was busted by my boyfriend, feeling very much like an addict armed with excuses.
I've had eczema since I was 19. It sucks, and it never seems to go away. But here are a few tips for dealing with an obnoxiously persistent skin condition like mine.
SCAR WARS: A Compulsive Skin-Picker’s Guide to Erasing Self-Inflicted Wounds and Looking Incredibly Glowy All Over
My boyfriend once said my skin looked like a battlefield. But now it’s almost perfect!