Lathering on layers of cream, I waited for it all to soak into my skin – before repeating the process again.
It was a daily ritual I’d been doing morning and night, ever since I was little.
But it wasn’t for vanity reasons.
It was actually to try and keep my crippling eczema at bay.
Wrapping myself in clingfilm at bedtime, I’d wear oven mitts so I wouldn’t be able to scratch at my itchy skin.
It was torture at times.
As I got older, it seemed to calm down a bit.
But when the
