There are several things that people don't tell you that take you by surprise. I've covered a few of these things, especially in regard to pregnancy and parenthood but there is one thing about growing old that has come up more and more often recently.
No one told me that when I got old(er) (I am still 29 dammit.) that I would have pieces of skin hanging off me like little pimples that never go away. Skin stalagmites or stalactites. Skin tags.
I didn't know I'd have this. They are annoying mostly. They don't really hurt but they're ugly. And weird.
Tonight I decided I didn't want my daughter to grow up totally naive. So I told her about skin tags. And showed her mine. She was appropriately disgusted but at least she knows the truth.
Maybe someday they'll have skin tag prevention. We can hope.
These little bits of skin bug me most in the summertime. In the winter I hardly notice them. They're covered, I'm covered. The more humidity in the air, the more the mercury rises, the more the tags bother me.
So tonight I (Mom, cover your eyes!) took a nail clipper and cut them off. Well, one came off completely, the other I couldn't quite get it all off. Gross. I know.
This is my PSA. You can remove your skin tags if you're lucky enough to be old enough to have them. You're welcome.