i don’t heal quickly. i’m rarely sick and generally feel fairly healthy, but if i get a cut or a bruise or an infection, its there for the long haul. and it always leaves a scar. my body is covered with little shiny relics of the cuts, burns, and bruises of a fairly gentle life. some wounds are visible, like this scrape on my wrist. its pink and inflamed and bloody. others, like the stretch marks on my hips, only those who really get to know me see. Only they see these lasting marks of growth or imperfection.
maybe i’m too weak. maybe i could learn to walk it off. maybe with the right combination of products, i too could be perfect alabaster.
maybe. but these scars say no.