I never really liked having scars on my body, but after this morning, I realised that this is reality and shit happens.
I'll just have to live with it, whether I like it or not.
I told myself that I can't have everything to look perfect cos well, no one's perfect.
I assured myself that there are others out there whose scars are even worse; first-degree burn victims.
I'll just have to tell myself that I'm lucky mine's just a small patch.
Why am I making a big deal out of it? It's just a small scar.
Thing is, there are certain parts of the body that different people treasure, be it the hair, teeth, nose or legs. Well, mine happens to be the upper torso area.
No, not the boobs.
I treasure the skin on my body cos it is much more flawless than my acne-disaster face.
They are like my source of hope to feeling good, ya know?
Ya git ma drift yo?
So that's the reason why I'm fretting over something some people find unworthy.
I'll be looking forward to getting more scars since I HAVE NOT GOTTEN CHICKEN POKS YET!
Ahahaha! Or is it chicken pops? Iono. Heh.
So, YA.
This is life ya know? You live once, and in this lifetime, you'll get more than you bargained for. More shits are waiting for you. Hahaha.
A piece of advice: Learn to adapt, accept things, and move on. You'll make it through ;)
This kid from my childcare slipped this feather into my pocket while I was busy controlling the class. I didn't remember it was there until I took out my hp and the feather dropped to the floor. Awww... Isn't she sweeeeet?