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These scars lay on my skin Delicately placed by surgical blades Carefully crafted into my skin They are art They are a part of me As always I love these residual lacerations This brail across my body Telling my story for me To those primed to receive it The soft pink tissue raises slightly on my right Agitated and stretched Red from my inability to afford Additional healing time away from work Imperfect Uneven Visible Beautiful I love these pieces of myself I love watching their journey Through recovery and lifting Feeling the changes tingle across my skin As my body begins to trust me again
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
When "My Scars" Gets a New Meaning
These scars lay on my skin Delicately placed by surgical blades Carefully crafted into my skin They are art They are a part of me As always I love these residual lacerations This brail across my body Telling my story for me To those primed to receive it The soft pink tissue raises slightly on my right Agitated and stretched Red from my inability to afford Additional healing time away from work Imperfect Uneven Visible Beautiful I love these pieces of myself I love watching their journey Through recovery and lifting Feeling the changes tingle across my skin As my body begins to trust me again
A piece about the scars I have across my chest from top surgery. It was the most life changing moment for me and one of the best decisions I've made for myself
Nicol-g
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29/Non-binary
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
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