i’m stuck with being out of the worst of it.

for years my goal was survival but

survival didn’t make me stronger only

different.

in medicine, scar tissue is a nightmare. it inhibits healing and motion and movement

it causes pain, obstructs bodily functions

distorts the color and shape of your skin

here i am, god.

i am not what they say you made me.

i have grown into mangled tissue that splits at every

scream

in your body’s effort to heal it forges itself into a twisted patchwork

the worst thing they ever told you, girls, is that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.

the truth is, the body is the most successful grudge holder.

the truth is, what doesn’t kill us makes us easier to break again.