If you ask me how much I enjoy wearing pretty necklace, I would say, it is as much as how I hate having rash. I have been a metal free person for many many years, probably since when I was mid 20s. I can’t remember how I got along with metal before 20 yo. It just happened at some stage, and after then, my skin became completely resenting metal.
My wrists don’t accept watch belt containing even only very tiny amount of metal, so I either don’t wear watch or wearing total plastic cheap watch; my pierced ears can never get along with any metal earrings. Thinking most of earrings are made of metal, it means those two holes on my ears are just a waste:-) My belly skin hates the metal button on all jeans, and my neck just can’t accommodate any necklace.
My friends and colleagues always ask me why I don’t wear and buy jewelleries (I look extremely bare in the summer), I normally just muddle along saying something else instead of telling this bitter story. The only thing I can wear is my wedding ring which is made of white gold and a very old SWATCH alloyed steel belt watch. They are both weightless things and I almost don’t feel their existence.
However, I never really gave up, which is the more bitter part of me.Women forget easily, particularly when they need good looking. Like this morning, I chose to wear a necklace given by one of my colleagues not long ago after she came back from Venezuela. I helped her to look after her program when she was on leave for a holiday. To appreciate my help, she gave me this pretty thing.
Two hours after I had it on, my neck started to get itchy, then I felt that the rashes just came out of under the skin. I regretted for my bad decision, also my bad memory. Now there are several spots on my neck showing rashes and getting red. I have to get my husband to apply the special cream for me for a treatment.
Anyway, my heart broke and died once again on that, like it used to do for many times in the past. I’d better staying bare and quit thinking in the way like “probably this time I will be alright”. Miracles never happened on me

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