Imagine having a skin disease called “psoriasis”, it’s gotten worse over the last few months and you can’t walk, draw or do anything with your hands without pain. It began two years ago on just one hand but has gotten on both your feet, the other hand and your knees. You don’t know what to do anymore, it hurts and is itchy all the time. But the worst thing for you at the moment is that you feel so ugly. Every time someone looks at you it feels like they were disgusted by the flaky skin of yours and the ugly shoes you are forced to wear. You can’t imagine someone to like you under this circumstances. There is that one guy in school you really like, you don’t have a lots of classes together but when you do you often caught yourself looking at him. But you won’t talk to him. One time he just stared at you hand when you raised it to answer a question. You didn’t want to see it, but there was disgust in his face. “Hey!”, you hear a dark voice behind you waiting in line to get a tea in the coffeeshop near school. As you turn around you see this pale guy behind you with those dark, curly hair and a smokier voice then bacon. “Huh?” “Don’t I know you from school?”, he asks. “Yeah, I guess!”, thinking of his stare you want to turn around, not looking him in the eyes. “I noticed you are having some problems with your skin and I’m sorry if I stared! It’s just.. You are so beautiful and seem to be so intelligent and nice, I don’t get why a good person like you would get such a painful illness. It doesn’t seem fair! Oh, by the way, would you like to drink your tea with me?”, he smiles as he says exactly what you needed to hear.
