"are you alright?"

"I am susceptible. To criticism, praise, chemistry, and odd changes in weather and clouds that make my chest feel heavy with something like sadness. To touch and kindness. To anger. In the last few years, I've lost any ability to disguise this, and if you upset me, you will be immediately clued in. By the hives that start in the soft hollow at the base of my neck and rush like furious chicken pox down my chest and up to my ears. To babies, men in crisp, white button down shirts, and food-borne bacteria. To small things you will never remember having said."
-This Fish Needs a Bicycle

I, too, have a serious problem with hives on my skin telling my tales of woe for me. When I am nervous, upset, excited or even on my first glass of wine. It's whenever my emotions are feeling a little more intense than normal. And most especially when I am angry or sad.

It's kind of funny, because there is absolutely no way to cover it up. It's like my body betrays me. I can feel the creeping sensation of heat up my neck and just try and cover it with my long hair, but mostly it is what it is.

The past few months, you can see discomfort written all over me. Especially when I am in an awkward situation or when I am the center of attention. It happens to me in office meetings, family gatherings and even when I am leading a conversation in a group of people. Anytime I am in the spotlight.

This is going to look spectacular in my wedding dress.