Monday, May 15, 2017
I have been told that I have unusually soft skin. My time on acne medications has left me with a surprisingly clear complexion, and I get one pimple for the duration of my period, and then it goes away.
For such soft skin, it is amazingly disfigured.
I pick at my skin a lot, especially my legs and my neck. This has left me with irritated spots that would probably go away if I were just a little kinder to myself.
I got the chicken pox when I was 19, and my back is absolutely riddled with chicken pox scars. I also have one right between my breasts that, for whatever reason, will get inflamed every now and then and will be extremely painful and sensitive. Probably means I have cancer or something, but whatever.
I have a lot of scars that come from overexcited cats.
I have one scar on my forehead from when I was four and ran into a wall while chasing a balloon (I ruined my older sister's birthday).
And then I have upwards of 48 scars that I purposefully placed on myself. Maybe there aren't even that many that are actually visible; I have a hard time telling whether I see the memory or the real thing. A lot of them you have to really look for. Some have completely faded, but I remember where they were, and I wonder if those even count. Some are bright red and impossible to hide. There are a few that haven't even become a scar yet.
Soft to the touch, rough on the eyes.
There is no inspirational message this time. I've just been stuck in my head for what feels like forever, staring at my skin, counting scars, trying to keep the number from getting any higher. I count them over and over and over and over again. I can't stop.
But what do a few more matter? At this point, no on will even notice.
Feel empty? This will let you feel something.
Feel like everything is going wrong and you're going to explode? This will give you release.
Feel like your nightmares will show up at your door? This will distract you.
Feel like the worst fucking bitch on the planet? This will help you atone.
Feel happy and hopeful? Mood swings are exhausting, but this will keep you grounded.
Feel like dying? This isn't quite as permanent.
PS. I graduated college a few days ago.
PPS. I ate two whole meals today.