I drew a thing. My body is not the shape it once was; growing up, from age 13 I was drastically underweight. I was all sharpness and angles. I was hipbones and cheekbones and being able to count every rib on my rib cage. Now I’m curvy! I am soft and round. And to be honest, I love my shape these days. I look like my mother, and my grandmother. I look healthier, and I feel happier. I look in the mirror these days and accept what I see... including all my scars. I have scars from central lines and feeding tubes, and the operations to remove them. My stomach muscles will never be flat, because no matter how many sit ups I do, they will remain rounded because too many muscles and nerves have been cut, or injected into by more needles than I can count. I have a catheter coming out of my stomach. My legs are littered with scars, and are always bruised, from all my scrapes, bumps, blisters, eczema and falls. I have stretch marks on my stomach and thighs; red and white streaks of lightning. My fingers and toes are deformed. I usually sport subcutaneous blisters somewhere on my skin. My spine is not a straight line, but is as curvaceous as the rest of me, a crooked S, caused by double scoliosis. The only things that remain the same are my dimples and freckles! This is my body, and I have learned love how it looks. Because as this quote says, it’s carried me through a hard life, and it looks exactly as it supposed to. #thisbodyhascarriedmethroughahardlife #itlooksexactkythewayitssupposedto #learntoloveyourbody #yourscarsmakeyou #yourscarstellyourstory #yourscarsareproofyousurvived #yourbruisesmakeforbetterconversation #onceiwasunderweight #nowimcurvy
