The Lizard Woman | HuffPost Impact
"How come your arms are all wrinkled up?" the little girl asks.
She's sitting at my kitchen table as her mother, a friend of mine, nearly spills her tea. My skin condition never came up in conversation before even though we've known each other for years. Her five-year-old's question embarrassed her and she showed fear over its possible offence. "Well, my skin is fresh from the washing machine, but I forgot to iron it,"
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