How I started

I can understand skeptics, being one myself.
I see skepticism as a healthy mental attitude.
Not believing everything that is told to you makes a lot of sense.
I always question everything, new or old.
From my very youth, I can remember doubting what I was told.
This distrust in the people led me to doubt science.
Had I not been skeptical about what I was being told about skin, I would not have put my nails to it.

What pushed me to start

I could feel lumps beneath the skin of my cheeks and back, the kind they tell women to look for in breast cancer early detection tests.
Some were large, about the size of half a peanut.
I knew that these nodules were remains of big pimples I had in my youth.
I pictured them as bloated sebaceous glands and nicknamed them jokingly as being "the old sebum mines of king Daniel".

First experiments

I started digging my skin on the fifteenth of November 2002, pushed by curiosity, logic and instinct.
I hurt myself badly at first, pushing my nails right into the flesh.
I was working in blood.
It took me weeks to discover and understand the folds, but I gradually would not harm my skin anymore. No more blood.

What I have found

Those lumps were only knots of  folded and refolded skin.
Using my nails, I could feel cracks between the folds and open them up.
You could compare this activity to unknotting your shoelace. You have to feel the boundaries between adjoining strands of string, find a hold, and pull them apart.
I found my whole body was folded from head to toes.
Now, the crossings between these folds corresponded to my aches and pains: headache, backache, knee ache, ... I could eliminate them.
All the damage was above the skin.
There were no sebum mines or overgrown sebum glands, just severely entangled healthy skin