Staring at myself in the mirror, I looked good.
Full of self-love for once, this wasn’t a usual feeling for me.
Suffering with eczema since early childhood, never knowing when the next flare-up would be or why it was triggered, I’d been on steroid creams since I was seven – so I was so happy when I had a clear spell.
And as I packed my suitcase, my skin wasn’t the only thing I had to look forward to.
After finishing uni at Canterbury Christ Church in the summer of 2020, I was 24 and ready to take on London.
My boyfriend of nearly a year, Aiden, 27, was coming with me, and my skin had
