You’re at a summer barbecue. Everyone’s in sundresses, tank tops, shorts soaking in the sunshine. But you? You’re in long sleeves. Not because you’re cold, but because you don’t want anyone to see your skin. You laugh at someone’s joke, but inside you’re praying no one asks, “Hey, what happened to your arms?”
That was Alicia Webb’s reality for years.
Teenage Alicia wasn’t thinking about makeup tips or tanning oils. She was thinking about psoriasis. The redness. The flaking. The discomfort that made her skin feel like it wasn’t really hers anymore. And the worst part? The way it quietly drained her confidence, making her shrink away from social situations.
Georgia summers can be merciless. But Alicia wore her long sleeves like armor. “It wasn’t just about hiding the irritation,” she says now. “It was about hiding me.”

The Girl Who Refused to Settle
Most people would’ve done what the doctors told her: use the creams, take the meds, cross your fingers. But Alicia’s stubborn streak didn’t allow her to quietly accept that this was “just her life now.”

