There’s this saying in my country, that to be truly happy you need to embrace your bad emotions/flaws too. Okay.
The scars on my hands and legs can tell you stories my mouth never could.
I was called heartless monster today. Because who can touch a blade without the fear of getting a cut? Only the one who got cut too many times.
My cousin who’s a 5 year old boy plays only with me. Sure he has friends and all but when it comes to family, he only plays with me.
He kissed my hand, the scarred side, today. He asked me who hurt me and I said, “You know honey, sometimes words hurt more than somebody hitting you.” He showed me his scarred knees and told me, "We’re the same, then!"
And then we stayed in his room and he was drawing us as superheroes. Because we’ve got scars to prove it :)
Then I went home, made myself nice cup of coffee (completely forgetting that my stomach is still tender because of this ) and my mom was there, sitting in the kitchen…. and she asked me when I see myself after school. And I muttered, “In a grave”. To say that it didn’t hurt when she stood up and left me… I would be lying.
"You’re whining again. No man want’s a whiny woman."
You’re right. But not just men. Women too. Everyone really.
No one want’s me.
Not even you.