A bitch woke up stressed out and tired as hell…so I decided to find a memory to settle my nerves. This is what came to mind…and I thought I’d share!
A childhood memory of perfect…
When this bitch was a wee bitch I met a young girl who bragged about not having any scars.
None…which I thought was impossible, but she then showed me her unblemished legs and arms.
She was scarless, all right!
I, on the other hand, sported scars on my knees and arms and so forth and so on.
I asked the scarless one how she did it…how did she avoid getting marks and hurts that ended up as scars once they healed.
She flipped her hair and then told me that she was careful…she didn’t run when she could walk, didn’t roll when she could sit and never climbed trees.
I left soon after and remember going home and stripping down to my Spider Man undies (yeah, I rocked the Spidey drawers…what?) and looked at myself in my bedroom mirror.
Scars and soon to be scars...on my legs and arms and so forth and so on.
I tilted my head and tugged my Afro puffs tighter and thought about that scarless girl and her definition of perfect.
But she didn’t get to run and run until you trip and fall down and then roll and roll, through freshly cut grass and down that hill in the backyard that scared the shit out of me and was beyond fun to roll down because it scared the shit out of me.
And Ms. No Scars didn’t climb trees…had never climbed a tree…probably wouldn’t ever climb a tree. She’d never felt rough bark under her hands, tested limbs and gone up, up, up and up some more finally resting in that way up high space and seeing the world from a new perspective while knowing that the climb down was going to be yet another adventure.
I put my clothes back on…slipped my feet into my sneakers…and went outside.
Walking faster and faster until I was running, faster and faster…until I tripped and fell, a giggle forced out as I hit the grass…and then I was rolling and rolling, down that crazy hill in the backyard that scared the shit out of me and was cool as hell because it scared the hell out of me.
And I remember thinking, as I lay there gasping at the bottom of that fantabulous hill…
“This is perfect.”
Followed shortly by...
“Oh shit, I fucked my knee up again!”
Have a great Wednesday, y’all...