My Sworn Enemy

Clothing is my sworn enemy. The dreaded thought of slipping my legs inside a pair of denim jeans makes me cringe on buckled knees. The MS itch was something I had only read about, until recently, when I began experiencing first-hand the stinging itch mysteriously creeping along my shins, like a vine crawling up a trellis. It is a neurological reaction with no rhyme, no reason, nor pattern to its flare. No scratch can yet calm it.

An added bonus is the chronic pain throbbing deep within each synovial sac, spanning the stretch of every joint from neck to toe tips, which causes major discomfort when anything touches or brushes against the epidermal layers of my limbs.

Easy-flowing maxi skirts and soft-blend loose shirts tend to rule my wardrobe these days, but I must brainstorm a new line of fashionable apparel which my skin cannot detect. I'll have to brand it MStry Wear...