Between lupus’s signature malar rash (a butterfly rash that causes facial redness and for everyone and their mother to tell you to put on sunscreen, to which I’ve taken to replying: That isn’t effing sunburn and hey, your face sucks too) and prednisone’s swelling, I have a hard time feeling good about my face. Sure, my eyes are Pierce Brosnan blue and I look killer in sunglasses, but ole moon face is no one’s idea of pretty.
I wrote a piece for The Daily Beast, and it just went up. Please check it out!
(Also, I got my first hate tweet! Yay!)