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Sweeping Curves

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She bendy

She looking at the reflection one can oy see from my perspective

She ponders life.

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Scoliotics / kyphosis folks who’ve had surgery, reblog when you were first told you had scoliosis / kyphosis, when you had surgery, and what the surgery is.

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I found out I had scoliosis at age 13, had surgery at 17, and it was an anterior spinal fusion from T5 to L3 with solid rods and screws.

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Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || III.

As I continued acting out what I was feeling, slinking my way between, in and out of Wake's walls, more and more I felt the sculpture reflecting to me the experience of being an outsider in this city, in some groups I found myself among: Beautiful individuals that had come together in some kind - a lifestyle, a shared lived experience, a history - who'd stood with each other for years. Their curves and waves reflected each other; their identities tied to each other. There's room for others to pass through, to admire them, visit - but the pattern for fully entering and remaining in the group's fold is clear.

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They, of course, don't say that to prospective joiners explicitly - just as, of course, the structures of Wake didn't expect me to become a metal structure like they were. And, of course, each individual, each wall, is unique in its own way. But as I flowed between various groups, there would always come a moment where I stepped outside of the conversation, looked around, and saw all the same figures in sync....and then myself: Present among them, but still not flush with their surfaces. I saw the shapes they made, the same shapes they may have expected me to have. And then I saw myself, sticking out from between them.

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But later, as I looked through the photos that came from my interactions with Wake, I saw how - even as my curves and angles contrasted the figures around me - despite the feelings I felt at the time they were taken, my presence was still a meaningful element in the landscape, even when I was balled up within it. I saw how the movements and stories my body told read even clearer when projected against the mirrored figures behind me. I saw what I brought to the scenery. My physical presence may had been small but it was strong, despite its expression of vulnerability - perhaps even because of it. And from capture to capture, I saw my own worth in the photos and it reminded me of the worth I possess in real life.

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In retrospect, I have to be grateful for those moments where I felt like, even in company, I was all alone. Because moments of solitude can also bring about moments of clarity. And as I pondered my feelings in my moments of smallness and lonesomeness amongst Wake's walls, I realized that just because I felt small, I was not insignificant. Just because I felt like I wasn't fitting in, it didn't mean I didn't know how to or that I never would because something about me wasn't right.

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Maybe I felt like I wasn't fitting in because I wasn't supposed to. And I started to think that maybe standing out wasn't such a bad thing...