
accepting flaws...
the house: dirty...love lacked...neglected....ignored...flawed
my legs: dirty...love lacked....neglected....ignored...flawed
the house: strong...solid...good bones...has stood through storms without flinching
my legs: strong...solid...good bones...still standing through storms without flinching
time for kicking @!
embracing, accepting,fixing,repairing because they both deserve it.
shadows mask what my legs have endured....years of standing 12 hour days in the cage...keeping me upright even when swollen to unrecognizable shape during pregnancy...intense workout when I knew no other way to throw out stress...mountain biking daily before we moved to the land of 70 mile an hour trucking roads...getting me out of bed for 2 am feedings...chasing my dreams even when I wanted to stay in bed...rocking out with friends...meeting...greeting...walking...kicking...dancing even when the music stopped...slowing the pace down to take a picture of the surroundings.
never once did they complain...tears fall every spring when I see girls with pretty sandals and then my ankles...they look beaten up...they are beaten up....by me...but never once did they complain. they are strong...strong enough to jump in front of a camera and knock me to the ground in weakness of facing the truth. the truth of how shallow it is to consider a part of one's self ugly and unacceptable.
i have a gene that makes me prone to cluster spider veins and they do look beaten up. My my aunt has this and my grandmother did as well. it is part of who i am.
i met someone, an absolutely flawless plastic surgeon who said he could "fix me" and asked me why i waited so long. he said i won't be perfect but i will like the results. we were both wrong...no...he won't fix me, that comes from me. he is not as flawless as i thought...because i WILL be perfect....perfectly acceptable to me.
this post is to me...to me self!