“I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people” - - #nikitagill
This year has by far been the hardest on my body yet. Social media has become a place of posting all edited and fancy photos, and I’m probably the most guilty of that. I’ve decided to consciously make an effort that everything in life isn’t perfect and although everything doesn’t need to be aired somethings do help create awareness and help others, as vulnerable as they can make me feel. But today was a good day. And I feel like a picture should be posted because even though it may not look like it, this is the most improvement I’ve shown in several months. 2 weeks of 2 surgeries, severe dehydration, malnutrition and chronic fatigue from an inflamed stomach stemming from a genetic disorder called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Believe it or not, this is the most color I’ve held in my face, the smallest the bags have been under my eyes, and the least flaky my skin and lips have been. I am beyond grateful for the help I have received to get to this point and even more than that I am proud of finally being able to shove my face with food. The struggle is real, but life goes on. As life goes on the struggle gets harder and the fight more real but it brings that much more of a smile on my face when the good days start to come back. And for those of you wondering, the incision is still healing for a port-a-cath, placed in my chest for the next few months to improve my hydration. Beauty comes in various ways and I’m back on the up and up and for those of you reading this hopefully this reached at least one person usefully. If not, enjoy my imperfect scar, because today I didn’t feel like a port in the chest was the worst thing to happen to me, just an added beauty mark. .