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“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love.” ― Galway Kinnell
*This is an amazing outlook on relationships. I absolutely adore it.*
So about 3 years ago I had a baby. During the experience of having a baby I acquired quite a few scars on my belly and legs and breasts. Right when she was born I went through a terribly self conscious phase because I thought people would reject the scars and think they were hidous.
Over the last year really I’ve come to an amazing realization. Scars aren’t a sign of weakness they are a sign of trials and making it through some rough shit. They are testament to an event that changed my life.
I do a fair bit of nude modeling and I’ve made the decision to be okay with my scars. Most people who know me know I’ve got a daughter and are fully understanding of the fact that the scars are from having her. I get people who like them, people who hate them and of course people who are indifferent. But what I do now is tell people straight up I don’t mind if they leave them in the photos. I absolutely do not require that people take them out.
I really am becoming proud of my scars. I feel so tired and exhausted being a mother some days but I know I am a strong person whose been through hell and back and have the scars to prove it. I can’t feel shame or embarrassment for them anymore, they are a huge part of what defines who I am.
Since last year I’ve also been adding hook suspension scars to my back and it’s funny because they get asked about a lot more than my tummy scars now. People always seem to need to hear the story about how the freak hangs on hooks. I laugh. I also love these scars. I am super proud of these scars and can’t wait to add more!
“The emotional scars are alot harder to stare at then my physical scars. but both are testament to the life i have lived. the good moments and the bad. the laughter the tears the miracles and the disasters. So go ahead and stare im not hiding what i am.”
This really fits who I am. I’ve never been one to hide who I am.