The other day, someone asked me about my surgery, and remarked that it would likely leave a scar. I wanted to laugh. Or cry. A little scar
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It is true that I don't care, in that your scars do not change what I think or feel about you, or how I perceive your attractiveness.
It is *not* true to say I don't care, though. Because when you've gone out of your way to make sure I see your scars, I look at them as medals. Awards. You survived, and they mark and commemorate your survival. You beat the odds to survive and your scars help me remember that; what the odds were against it, and how much more precious you are now for that.
I was vibrating quietly from how thrilled I was that you went swimming with me.
I don't often make public references to us, Because Reasons, but dammit I'm not letting this one go. :)
Because my body went to war, and those are my fucking battle scars.
This. This right here. This is The Thing, the lesson that everyone at some point needs to learn: not to apologize for what we carry with us. It's a lesson that you're not just conquering, you're currently kicking the living pudding out of it, a fact that (and I think I can speak for everyone who knows you) surprises no one. Thank you for sharing this.
I think the key word about former partner referring to you as "deformed" is the word "former." I can guess what kind of asshole would make a comment like that, and it's the kind of asshole you don't need within ten miles of you. I hope that, too, is something you are figuring out as you get stronger.
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It is *not* true to say I don't care, though. Because when you've gone out of your way to make sure I see your scars, I look at them as medals. Awards. You survived, and they mark and commemorate your survival. You beat the odds to survive and your scars help me remember that; what the odds were against it, and how much more precious you are now for that.
I was vibrating quietly from how thrilled I was that you went swimming with me.
I don't often make public references to us, Because Reasons, but dammit I'm not letting this one go. :)
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This. This right here. This is The Thing, the lesson that everyone at some point needs to learn: not to apologize for what we carry with us. It's a lesson that you're not just conquering, you're currently kicking the living pudding out of it, a fact that (and I think I can speak for everyone who knows you) surprises no one. Thank you for sharing this.
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