I start picking, and I’m picking, leaning in close, climbing the sink, eye-to-eye with myself. This is essential, this is cleansing, this is art. This is forgiving my debt, restocking the fridge, vacuuming the stale hair off the floor. I think that my skin-picking has global implications. I think it’s helping people in other hemispheres understand the futility of war and the absurdity of God. I am going to be okay. Everything is fine. I step back and look at my face, red and raw. It occurs to me that I might be the most repulsive creature that ever lived.
Holly Fontanetta is a curious character with ideas that glitter and burn. She lives in southern California with her cat. Find Holly on Twitter and Instagram @hollyfontanetta.