Slipping into my swimming costume, my face burned with embarrassment. Just outside the bathroom, my friends were chattering with excitement, ready for an afternoon at the beach.
For me, though, even at just seven years old, I was so self-conscious.
I stared in disgust at the huge red flaky patches of skin that covered my exposed arms and legs.
‘I look like a monster,’ I sighed.
A day at the beach should have been fun, but for me, it was torture.
You see, at just five years old, I was diagnosed with extreme eczema.
As a child, red patches of itchy, flaky skin started to appear – first on my elbows and behind my knees, and then over my face and body.
Worried, my mum Philippa, now in her 50s,…
