It has served me well. Whether it was a bad day at work. Or one of those times when rent is due today but you don’t get paid until Friday and your car is on E and you have just enough for Rent and you don’t know how you’re going to make it work, I would breathe and just figure it out, it’s what I do.
So I was reminded of those great things about myself and while I felt good, I still just didn’t feel great about myself.
My scars bothered me. Then one day as I was visiting my BIFFLE at work, in walks this cute guy. First thing he says to me “So you claim to be girl’s best friend?” I looked at him and smiled and said “Yes. I am her best friend.” He goes “It’s nice to meet the competition.” I smirked and said “oh it isn’t a compeition.”
Shortly after our random and adoradble conversation there, we actually got to spend some planned time together, other wise known as our first date.It was great and at the end of it we actually ended up talking for hours about everything under the sun.
I told him about the accident, about all my injuries both mental and physical. I told him I still had to use my wheelchair some and he asked if he could push me in it one day, and that made me smile.
When we first started dating I never showed my arms because of the scars and he asked me why I didn’t show them and I told him that it bothered me, that I felt broken.