Skin
I have always hated my skin. I have pale or fair skin. That is being diplomatic. As a little girl, we would have a group photo of the class taken every year. This would most often be taken just after school begins (after a hot blistering Maltese summer). All my friends would squint away at the photo and try to find themselves in a mass of faces. But oh no not I! I could pick myself out from across the room. Somewhere on the photo would be a splodge of white. That was usually me. The ghostly face in the photo.
Then as a teenager, well my face broke out in acne. Spots flooded my face. It hide my palour by giving me blotches of red in varying colours! I even got called Pizza face. Make up did not help. Just made things worse!
However I found out, perhaps I did not do too badly as a number of people from the mediteranean have problems with their skin. Apparently they tend to suffer from pigmentation problems (which I do not seem to suffer from or am blissfully unaware!). Still, I guess they are still better than I ever was. They could use things like ORIKI Cosmeceuticals, where as I was Pizza Face throughout my teenage years!