When my family moved to Sydney when I was still in primary school, I developed a skin irritation caused by dust and sweat in the first year or two. I used to suffer from severe itchiness that I had to tie my hands around my bed at night so I won’t scratch, and even then I would wake up to see blood marks on my bed sheet from scratching, puss would come out if I try to bend my elbow and as a little boy, and especially because my childhood ambition was to be in music industry like those “perfect” Korean singers, I was insecure about my scars, scratch marks and wrinkles that I got since young from dry skin. I started to wear long sleeves only, cover my imperfections with clothes to pretend I was okay. For anyone wondering, yes, I grew my passion for fashion that way. I started to pay attention to what clothes hide my imperfections better, what clothes do a better job in concealing my scratches.
On my DTS, I realised the damage that has brought to me. I was not only hiding my physical imperfections, but even in my most vulnerable moments, I was always concealing things whether it may be something to do with my character, my lack of skills, my emotions, my genuine opinions. I decided to do a prophetic act and throw my favourite cardigan that I was wearing into fire and burn it with all insecurities that I was holding onto.
I am not only free from showing my imperfections, but what used to be a concealer for my weakness is now a blessing with style. Fashion used to be a toll I used to hide my flaws, but now it is how I add colour to who God has made me to be.