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Warning One. Pretty gross stuff to normies.
Warning Two. Do you really want to hear this?
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I have a bunch of warts on my feet and hands. One was on the back of my foot when I was 5. Another on my toe when I was 7. Currently, I have 6 on my hands and feet. When I was younger, I was incredibly insecure about them. My mom always clucked her tongue in disappointment when she saw them. She has one on her knee. I just called them blisters to my cousins and friends.
At night, I would try to carve them off my skin. Just cutting the dead skin off until it bled. But when morning came, it was there again. I was too young to understand the more you tried to get rid of them, the more they grew.
One time I saw one coming. It wasn't all rough yet, but I knew what it was. I popped it until it bled, hoping to prevent it, but in the morning, it was still that smooth bump. It just kept coming back until it grew into a proper one.
One day my parents tried to use a product that freezes the virus to get rid of them. I used them on the three that I had at the time. The first two times it didn't hurt. The third time hurt like hell. I only had to last 20 seconds. Yet it fucking hurt. My wart was already all cracked up because of how big it was. In the end, it didn't work.
During the summer, I never wear flip flops, or crocs, I just go outside in my boots or sneakers. I never take off my socks even in bed. I'm always wearing some kind or slippers.
I'm considering wearing gloves at school, even if it interferes with my typing and writing. I hate someone asking what happened when they see my hands. I don't ever answer.
I just hate them so much. The doctor said they would go away naturally, but they haven't for over a decade.
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Answer them when they ask you what has happened. Seriously.
or!
ooohhhhh..... I got an idea!!!!!!!
Tell people you ate your twin in the womb and the bumps are the proof of the connection you two once shared. Say you are horrified you were a cannibal before birth, and you have been going to therapy for the past decade to make peace with it. And then whisper to them that Jeffrey Dahmer is your idol.
or!
You can hold out your hands and let them touch them. Tell them you are only contagious whenever you sneeze. Tell them how awful it is living with "the affliction" (Oh yeah- calling it "the affliction" is beautiful btw.), but you getting better with therapy. Tell them the shame and heartache you've faced every day. Make it sound baaaaaaaad. Then fake a sneeze as they are walking away. When they look at you in horror, act like nothing happened.
You could have so much freaking fun with this one. You could get your friends to come up with wild ideas too.
hmmm
I probably shouldn't give advice to people.
ReplyI want you to understand that I am not making fun of you or what you are going through. But if you can make light of something that has hurt you, then it will lose its significance.
Because at the end of our lives, its not our physical appearance that will concern us. In truth, you will look back and regret how much time you wasted worrying over appearances.
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