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30 November 2007 @ 10:17 pm
I hate my skin. So much.  
Of a necessity, I had to miss several photototherapy appointments in the past couple of weeks. Likewise, I haven't been able to go to kickboxing much. And I'm not minding my diet/food intake. All that adds up to very-much-less-than-svelte-Kelly with a HUGE psoriasis flare-up heading into the big Club KO party tomorrow.

Y'know? I'm not going to sweat it. I'm covering up as much as humanly possible: I have a long, sleeveless black dress that sort of covers most of my (physical) flaws. I found an adorable bright red cropped cardigan at H&M for ten bucks. I've got tights and I've got boots. I'm not a fashion model, nor am I an athlete. Still - I think I'll look all right, and I intend to have a good time. My other choice is to be all miserable and mopey and self-conscious, and while I'll never be utterly unself-conscious, I'm going to do my best.
I feel: calmcalm