my body loves bruising and scarring. really. if i accidentally bump into the corner of the bed or a table or the car door or a strangers, my capillaries freak out and my blood turns into like a scary army guy all "GET TO THAT SPOT NOW! MOVE! MOVE!"
i'm kinda used to it. i loved having one really good scab at a time when i was little. scabs are still kinda satisfying because you actually bled.. let's not start talking about scabs.. i get really excited about the science of blood clotting.
i love my scars (scars, i love you). i have these huge two on my left arm from breaking my arm and having plates and i looove them; they look so hardcore. i'm starting to notice all the little scars from previous injuries though & it's surprisingly nice like "oh yeah i remember that time when my ankle buckled and i fell over in the middle of the street.." or "oh year-7-sports-day-self, how did you not see that bollard you walked into?"
i'm not especially clumsy.. i mean i'm by no means graceful. i just feel like i get hurt for no reason more frequently than the average person.
i'm kinda used to it. i loved having one really good scab at a time when i was little. scabs are still kinda satisfying because you actually bled.. let's not start talking about scabs.. i get really excited about the science of blood clotting.
i love my scars (scars, i love you). i have these huge two on my left arm from breaking my arm and having plates and i looove them; they look so hardcore. i'm starting to notice all the little scars from previous injuries though & it's surprisingly nice like "oh yeah i remember that time when my ankle buckled and i fell over in the middle of the street.." or "oh year-7-sports-day-self, how did you not see that bollard you walked into?"
i'm not especially clumsy.. i mean i'm by no means graceful. i just feel like i get hurt for no reason more frequently than the average person.









