Weekly Love

My bruises are shining down on me! LOVE | Issue No. 5

 This blog post is about…

The bruises that are constantly scattered over my body.

I love you.

This is far less dramatic than it sounds. But, I bruise like a peach. Seriously.

I was at the doctors in my late teens once and they were worried I had a rare blood abnormality. Luckily, I didn’t. But I was so close simply because you could literally just grip my arm a little too tightly and I would be black and blue the next day without fail.

I’m an all-in type of gal, so when I get to work… I GET TO WORK. How do people go about their day and NOT get bruised? I see women (and men) with these beautifully manicured nails and I wonder…

How do you keep your hands that way!? I can barely keep my nail polish from chipping for under a day!

I’ve talked a little bit about how I struggle with my legs. I very rarely am caught wearing shorts or short skirts WITHOUT tights. It’s only this year I’ve grown comfortable sporting something that stops above the knees.

Something I realized this week was that I will never have flawless legs. I will never have flawless arms, I will never have a flawless stomach, back, feet, or face.

It’s obvious because it’s not human to be flawless.

But I needed reminding. What kept my legs hidden for so long were my bruises; my knees and my shins are always bruised. This week, I looked in the mirror and I smiled at them, because all it showed was how fucking hard I’d worked all week.

I’m embracing this quirk of mine, this character trait that will forever be apart of my DNA, and I love how it makes me feel. Because, well…

It makes me feel alive.

Comments? What did you say “I love you” too this week? Let me know in the comments below!

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