Then, one Tuesday, she felt it. A small, tender pebble under her left armpit.
“Probably an ingrown hair,” she muttered, ignoring it. clogged sweat gland armpit
By Friday, the pebble had grown into a grape. The skin over it was red, angry, and so sensitive she couldn’t lower her arm without wincing. Shaving was out of the question. Even her loose t-shirt felt like sandpaper. Then, one Tuesday, she felt it