I was hesitant to post this photo. I was aware it could make people uncomfortable. I know because when I saw my scar for the first time today, so was I. I was taken aback by the length, how the lines created markings similar to a train track. The permanence of the lines worried me. But then I smiled at the image. It seemed to represent a journey, much like the one I had travelled in the past few weeks. Suddenly, I found the reveal of my scar satisfying. An odd sense of pride washed over me as I admired the lines, and I felt a giddy happiness with my new hip. But a thought plagued my mind, disturbing my new found euphoria. This scar, to some, would be deemed as disgusting. It is the symbol of something broken, the reminder that there was a time pain had been so strong, it had physically torn me apart. I wondered if people would judge me. Would they see weakness in the lines? Would this scar show only ugliness? I was troubled for a while, unable to see my scar as nothing more than a flaw I would be forced to carry forever. I wondered, not for the first time, if I had made the right decision. I decided I would not show anyone the scar. But then the troubled thoughts soon slipped from my mind, replaced by a calmness I had long before lost. The new addition to my skin is not something to be hidden. It is not something to be feared or dismissed. It is the reminder of a pain I once knew, now a distant memory. It shall continue to be my reminder, and so I am happy to share it with you - Pain can always be conquered, and this scar is my proof.
This photo is honestly so beautiful, I love it. I gotta say The Lion King II was actually great for a sequel 👏🏼
I'm gonna be getting my first job cashiering soon and I'm so nervous cause I'm gonna mess up a lot. But at the same time, everyone's done it so it can't be that bad right...? I hope 🤞🏼😔 I hate overthinking ugh 😒
When I first hurt my hand it didn't seem like a big deal. I'd just gotten back from climbing Mt. Whitney, I had stories to tell, and I didn't need my left hand to paint anyway. A little backstory on how I hurt it: I went down a 1,000 ft snow sled that ripped a bunch of skin off my hand... I didn't die 🙌🏻 but now my career as a hand model is *way* over.
I met with my doctor today and we agreed I need physical therapy. Having this injury has been a real eye opener. I catch people staring at my hand a lot and I can't do basic things like pull my pants up without struggling. It's definitely impacted how I run my business. I can't carry as much since my left 3 fingers aren't working, which means more trips up and down stairs.
The good news is physical therapy should fix the issue. My hand will still look gnarly but I'm actually okay with the scarring. Take a moment today to be grateful for the basic things full mobility allow you to do. Give a thumbs up, carry something heavy, or have a sock puppet show.