Published on January 30, 2024
It was 1969 and the innocent, albeit forgetful new boy in the neighborhood was looking for his playmate, but couldn’t remember my name. Yes, I was that kid with the fat red cheeks. That moniker—and malady—followed me all the way into adulthood. Dermatologist Albert Kligman called people like me “flushers and blushers.” Those skin issues were compounded by the fact that while working on a farm as a teenager, I never applied sunscreen. No wonder then that my dermatologist, Aanand Geria MD, said to me: “I can do something for your face.”
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