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Hello everyone, my name is Roddy Gomez, I’m 33 years old, I currently live in Massachusetts 🇺🇸. I have had psoriasis since I was 18 years old, at first I went to see doctors but nothing, nothing worked

So only the resignation remained, and the wounds on my skin grew and became more, I was 18 years old so I was ashamed to show my skin, People asked and asked questions, what is that? Is it contagious? It was very uncomfortable and annoying for me, so I didn’t wear any more shorts, I didn’t visit any more beaches and pools. But little by little I was accepting myself, for that years passed many years, it gathers shame to approach a girl and talk to her !!

But reading and seeing so many stories here helped me to know that I don’t have to be ashamed anymore, that if you accept it you realize that you are different and not common!! And I think that all of us who have something like psoriasis, we are unique and without a doubt we are not from the bunch, I know you also have that feeling, so cheer up!! You are special and different!! 💫

hi, i’m nibedita, and i’ve been living with plaque psoriasis for 10 year’s. it started on my scalp when i was just 10 year’s old. back then, i honestly didn’t think much of it, but my parents did. they took me to different doctors and always knew it could become more serious. i never imagined something i barely thought about as a kid would end up affecting so much of my life. around 14, i started losing my hair.

later came PMOS, and eventually i lost almost 70% of my hair and gained weight. after few year’s, the psoriasis started spreading to other parts of my body too. and somewhere along the way, i started losing more than just hair. i lost confidence. i stopped feeling comfortable in my own skin. i became conscious of what i wore, how i looked, and whether people were staring at my patches.

psoriasis isn’t contagious, but it can still make you feel like you need to hide. i hid mine for years. when people asked about my patches, i’d call them bruises or make up some random excuse not because i was ashamed, but because i didn’t know how to explain something i was still trying to accept myself.

the last three years have been the hardest. sleepless nights because of pain and itching, days when leaving the house felt overwhelming, struggling with studies, and going through the worst academic failure of my life.

there were moments when it felt like everyone else was moving forward while i was just trying to get through the day.

i’ve tried different medicines and treatments. i’ve heard “there is no cure” more times than i’d like to remember. and honestly, watching my parents worry about me has sometimes hurt more than the illness itself.

my dad carried a kind of worry i don’t think i’ll ever fully understand. maybe he could never take the psoriasis away, but knowing he was always there made the hard days a little easier.

living with a chronic illness can affect your relationships with people too. not everyone will understand what you’re going through, and that doesn’t make them bad people. but you don’t have to exhaust yourself trying to make everyone understand. the right people will just get it. they’ll understand when you’re frustrated for no reason, wh

olivia marie 🇺🇸 - Hi, my name is Olivia. I’m 20 years old and from Vermont. I’ve had psoriasis for more than half of my life at this point. My first flare-up happened when I was only 8 or 9 years old, when I was in third grade.

I was young, confused, and felt like there was something wrong with me. Especially because I was bounced around from doctor to doctor and specialist to specialist while they tried to figure out what was going on with my skin. When I first developed psoriasis, not many of the doctors I saw even knew much about it, so it was a very confusing and isolating experience.

I truly can’t be more thankful for my parents and my insurance for giving me access to the resources and care I’ve needed over the years. My flare-ups have come and gone, but I’m at a point in my life where my psoriasis is the worst it has ever been.

I’m trying to get to a place where I feel more comfortable and confident in my body. Seeing other people who have the same condition as me truly makes me feel seen and reminds me that I’m not alone.

I want to feel confident enough to throw on a pair of shorts or a skirt every day without thinking twice about the looks I might get or worrying that someone will ask, “What’s wrong with you?”

I’m slowly starting to realize the answer is: absolutely nothing.

Psoriasis is a part of me, but it doesn’t define me. I’m still learning how to accept that it may always be a part of my life and, more importantly, how to own it instead of letting it hold me back.

If anyone has any pointers, tips, advice, or even just words of encouragement for feeling more confident and learning to embrace your psoriasis, I’d love to hear them. ❤️

And thank you to everyone who has shared their own experiences. Seeing your stories truly makes me feel seen, understood, and a little less alone.

Will someone ever love the skin I’ve spent years trying to accept?

Hi! My name is Nistha nistha_bhararia 🇮🇳
I wanted to share my story.
I’ve been living with psoriasis since I was in Class 9. It’s been 9 years.

Before every trip or gathering, I find myself standing in front of the mirror, applying ointments. Not to heal my skin, but to hide it. It disappears just long enough for everyone else, never for me.

People think it’s just a skin condition, but they don’t realize how much it changes you as a person. Every time someone sees my skin, they have a remedy, a doctor, a medicine, or a treatment to suggest. I know they mean well, but after years of visiting doctors, I’ve accepted something they keep telling me—there’s no permanent cure.
What people don’t see is the mental side of it. The overthinking before wearing certain clothes. The embarrassment when someone stares. The constant feeling that your skin is the first thing people notice about you.

My psoriasis isn’t just on my elbows or knees. It’s on my scalp, eyelids, forehead, armpits, knees, elbows, most of my lower body, and even my cleavage. Some days, I don’t feel like looking at myself.
In India, visible scars become everyone’s concern, but the invisible ones are ignored. No one talks about how exhausting it is to live in a body you’re constantly told to fix.

One fear I don’t talk about enough is intimacy. Everyone wants a “perfect” girl with flawless skin. I’m scared of being physically close to someone because I keep thinking, what if he sees my skin and judges me? What if it hurts more than everything I’ve already been through?
I’ve spent so much of my life wishing I had different skin. Now, after 9 years, I’m just trying to make peace with the one I have.
I don’t want sympathy. I just want people to understand that psoriasis is so much more than what they see.

For a long time, I thought psoriasis was the thing that defined me. But when I look back, I realise my skin was often a reflection of everything I was carrying underneath it.

I’ve spent years navigating psoriasis alongside trauma, stress, postpartum mental health struggles, a marriage ending. Losing myself somewhere between motherhood, survival and simply trying to keep going.

And somewhere along the way, I forgot who I was outside of all of that.

Finding confidence hasn’t meant suddenly loving every patch or pretending psoriasis doesn’t affect me. It has meant slowly finding me again, learning to take up space, to laugh, feel beautiful and unapologetically seen.

I’m a mum to three incredible little people, and part of finding myself again has been wanting to teach them something too — that visible differences don’t make someone less beautiful, less worthy or less deserving of love.

I have a man who looks at my psoriasis and doesn’t see something that needs hiding.

A man who loves my body — the body that has carried three babies, changed, healed, scarred and carried me through some of the hardest years of my life, years I thought I would never love myself again, let alone be loved.

Life is too short to spend it hiding. Psoriasis is part of my story, but it is not the whole story.

Hey everyone. I am Aparna, from India 🇮🇳
The time psoriasis hit me like a wave, I didnt even know what kind of a disease it was. I was just a ten year old kid. Started initially with a few spots here and there in my body, I thought it was just an allergy or a rash that would go after some tropical medication. But little did I know that it was going to be something that is going to define my life forward.

Growing up with psoriasis was never easy. From a few spots to all over the body, it spread like a wildfire, without no warning. Different doctors and different kind of medications turned me into a project rather than a patient. There were days when stepping out of my home felt like a nightmare. The sleepless nights of itch and pain and bloodshed, all feels just like yesterday. Above all, the greatest pain was to see the pain my parents went through seeing their child navigate through a condition they rarely heard of.

My journey changed the moment I understood what psoriasis actually is. I understood its not something to fight against, but something to accept first. I strongly believe that acceptance of this condition is a game changer! Trust me on this!

I am 26 years old now and I love my body. Psoriasis is a part of me and I know it will be through out. We just have to find the courage within ourselves to navigate this journey.

For everyone who is a psoriasis survivor, you are not alone! You are strong and beautiful. And this single thing DOES NOT DEFINE YOUR WORTH! You are more than just psoriasis.
Love and love to all♥️

Gina - For Psoriasis Awareness Month, I want to share my story and tell people that psoriasis is deeper than just skin. When I was 15, I suffered the a loss of a loved one, quickly after, anxiety and depression became something I carried every day. the emotional weight I was carrying began affecting me physically. I started facing chronic health struggles, and psoriasis became one of the ways my body showed what I was going through. When my psoriasis started showing on my scalp, forehead and face i quickly realized I can’t hide what I was going through anymore. For a long time, I struggled with accepting what I saw in the mirror and understanding that my skin did not define me.

Six years later, I still navigate my health challenges, but I’ve learned to care for myself, manage my symptoms, and keep my spirit strong. To anyone living with chronic illness or silently struggling, please remember it’s okay to have compassion for yourself. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to have hard days. Your struggles do not define you. You are worthy of love, comfort, and confidence in your own body. 🤍
— Ginalisa 💗

Hi! I am a woman from Los Angeles California 🇺🇸

I have NOT lived with this my whole life like many others in the community. I was diagnosed with psoriasis in 2017 at 28 years old. Maybe sooner if I went to see a doctor before. My dermatologist said it was due to stress.

Frankly, most of my life has been extremely traumatic to say the least. I believe my diagnosis was from being a survivor of the childhood trauma into adulthood. I want people to know that despite my life journey and my adult diagnosis I wake up everyday and try to be the best person to myself. Even though my skin was normal before I have learned to love my new skin. Some days are harder for me and some days are great. What has worked for me is my routine: I exercise about 2 hours a day: mix of strength training and walking on the treadmill. I go to the beach every other day either to walk or ride my bike. Any outdoor activity reminds me of how beautiful nature is and that I am part of it.

Princess Salitina🇱🇸 🇱🇸 - August is Psoriasis Awareness Month
This is my skin. These are my flare-ups. This is me.
Psoriasis isn’t contagious, it’s not your fault, and it’s not something to hide. It’s an autoimmune condition where skin cells grow too fast, causing plaques, itching, and flares.
Behind the scales are real people living, working, loving, and thriving.
To everyone navigating psoriasis, the itching, the bad days and the good skin days: I see you. You’re not alone.
Let’s spread facts not fear. Let’s end the stigma.
I’m more than my patches. And you are too.