Day 18 : Be Comfortable In Your Own Skin
By now, my wounds were patching up pretty nicely, though the scabbing made them look worse than they really are. For lack of a better word, I looked like a walking dead. Yet also by now I have this thick skin (pun intended) that I didn’t really care how others look at me. I knew it was just a matter of time that the abrasions will heal, and the scars will fade. I noticed that when I was comfortable in my own skin and accepted my supposed imperfections like that, nobody seemed to notice them too. I even came up with my own self-deprecating joke to my fellow interns, whipping out a pre-accident selfie while dead panning, “Just so you know, this isn’t how I usually look like.”
Indeed, as I stare at my own reflection in the mirror while typing this entry, I accept that this is what makes me, me – and I am happy and proud to be me – freckles, scars, blemishes and all. And it feels so damn free!
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