Red ~ A 100-word essay
I love writing 100-word essays. I try to pick a topic every day and expand on it. In this one, I had just been diagnosed with Rosacea after suffering with it for years. I have very fair skin and the redness just stands out like a sore thumb. Some days are better than others, but I do hate looking in the mirror most of the time. I try to stay positive because some people have worse things to overcome. We all have our trials and tribulations.
I see the red blob staring back at me through the steamy mirror. I think it may be glowing. The dripping reflection is merciful for it does not show the details, such as the tiny red bumps trailing along my cheeks, or the skinny veins close to the surface of my chin. Rudolph would be envious of my huge red nose. The redness is almost constant. I very rarely get a reprieve. The research shows that it will only get worse. Just one more thing to make me different. The mirror clears. I see my fate. Rosacea. I despise you.