I was born with a dry and sensitive skin. During my younger years I had to wear half-knee length socks in order to hide reddish and dark spots that developed from mosquito bites. I had few scars from wounds but the dark spots were my main problem. They actually fade but it would take months or even a year to be exact, while new imperfections continued to appear. From elementary to college, I would never wear a skirt. It gave me discomfort not unless if the skirt was ankle-length. I hid
my legs even at home. I was comfortable with denim jeans and long pajamas at night. I didn’t entertain suitors for fear that they might discover my hidden impurities and laugh at me.
It was one particular summer when my best friend who worked in Manila returned home for a vacation.
She dropped by at our house and stayed the whole night. As she took and finished her shower, we talked in bed as she started to moisturize herself with generous amounts of lotion. I took a chance to examine the ...