Never be ashamed of a scar. It just means that you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you. Scars are like tattoos.. just with better stories.
Growing up, I was never the child with the neat hair or the tidiest handwriting, I wasn't the most high achieving nor was I in the group of kids who climbed out of classroom window to skive off because I couldn't understand or be bothered with the work. I was neither the athlete nor the artist, the popular that went home with hair as glorious as it was in morning registration, nor the geek that got their coat chalked and purposely shoulder barged in the corridor.
Like a lot of people I got more than my fair share of adolescent teasing, but not resulting from any stereotype. I was painfully shy but did drama, I read more books than any kid in my class but got average grades, I was on the long distance running team but hated PE, I wore glasses, had frizzy hair and wrote stories at weekends rather than knock on a friends door to hang around.
I was not quite the weird kid, not quite everyone's best friend.. and up until my diagnosis and following illness I quite liked the fact I was undefinable, non specific and amount of attention drawn to myself was limited.
I was not quite the weird kid, not quite everyone's best friend.. and up until my diagnosis and following illness I quite liked the fact I was undefinable, non specific and amount of attention drawn to myself was limited.
Insecurities with my body go back as far as I remember, from being the last one in my year to start my period and being nearly sixteen before I had anything that resembled a bust, to trying to control my weight and size of my backside throughout my twenties. I've been a size 8 and i've been a size 14 and I've always, and continue to be, my own worst critic.
