You know that living, breathing organ they say is the biggest one you have?
Yah, that one.
And blessed are the ones who hath good-skin genes for they will not spend plenty of money and waste precious time agonising on why their arses suddenly grew a red, shiny monster when you need to wear a bikini bottom the next day. Or why they would wake up with new "family additions" when you have a bloody interview that same morning. In prominent view of course. But more often than not, they just ambush you for no bloody reason.
I am ranting. Which tells you that I have no good-skin genes but instead have inherited from my father's side of the family the extremely sensitive, eczema prone, acne prone skin genes and the freckled spatter of my mother's side. Whoever said you can't have freckles and zits at the same time obviously did not research extensively.
Oh. Like it was my mother who said that.
Sometimes I fantasize about having perfect skin. Like Sammi Cheng or Cate Blanchett in those SKII ads. I wonder if you can buy it off ebay. You can anything there right? Unlike a secondhand liver, which once sold or donated, you can't grow another one, this organ is self-rejuvenating isn't it? It'll grow again what. If I had perfect skin, I'd advertise. You make a buck and your skin just grows again. It's like an organic mass production factory!
But of course if that were medically possible, some smart-alec derma doc would've done so already. And me being not-so-smart only thought of this now.
I refuse to resign myself to my genetically-imposed fate. That's why all these derma docs make so much money from me. And yet, despite my diligent persistence and rigorous routine , I still have skin that even the Salvation Army wouldn't take as a donation, much less ebay.
=( mo
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