when i was a kid, i loved to wrap band-aids around my fingers, even if there was no scar on them. i always thought they made me look rough. like i just had a fight and was healing doing other things: watching cartoons, playing with my toys, eating lots of chocolate, and drawing under tables- the usual things boxers do between fights, you know.
now, i have invisible scars all over. and it no longer feels like i’m tough.
this, feels like showing my scars.
each story, each name, each break up, each fall…the deeper the cut, the more you react. and the more you react, the better it feels.
please don’t stop.