from her profile:
I am: Returning from a near-fatal airplane crash, burned 80% of my body, and will have surgeries for the rest of my life. Probably. But I am alive. I cherish Mr. Nielson, Claire, Jane, Oliver, and Nicholas.
well, she just wrote a post. and in it, she talks about baring arms. literally. risking some sort of copyright infringement, i will just post her entire blog entry here.
I am doing it, throwing my cautions to the wind. I am now wearing short sleeves. I am sorry if I make you want to loose your lunch. My arms are not pretty, but they are mine. They are surviors and I am proud of them. So if you hppen to see me here (or in real life), I just want you to know I am emotionally and physically ready to show you my scars. Its time, and I am ready. I am OK about it.
do you see that? she's showing her scarred arms.
her arms that survived a fire.
her arms that are now scarred, wrinkled, discolored.
and she's okay with it.
you know what i won't do?
show my arms.
you know why?
because they're fat. jiggly. not toned or beautiful. and they have a few stretch marks on the underside. they're not my favorite.
but they're healthy.
if she doesn't have a problem showing her arms, why do i have such a problem showing mine? i'd love to wear tank tops in public. heck, i'd like to wear tank tops around my husband. a cute little halter dress would be perfect for the summer months.
but elbow-length sleeves it is.
i don't know how i should think right now.
should i be more willing to show my arms because someone who has a "real reason" to hide hers doesn't feel the need to hide them? or should i continue to struggle to find comfortable summer clothes that don't make me look ugly?
i'm much more vain than i thought i was.