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2 years ago · · Gross, · Explicit
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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.