Embracing the Battle Scars

I'm happy today! Are you? Except for a touch of contact dermatitis on my face that is itching me to madness, I'm still happy. My skin is doing well despite the horrid humidity in St. Louis right now and the only extreme dry issues I'm having are with my scalp and hair.

As mentioned in my previous entry, I experience a brief lapse of jealousy when thinking of having beautiful, flawless skin like so many people I see. We are a nation, country, a world of disease and abnormalities in some fashion because not one of us is perfect. Even when outward appearances lead others to believe we are.

So, as a small step over the past two years I have learned how to embrace my eczema battle scars and love "the skin I'm in" because no one possesses the same "reverse" freckles that I do and I love my "Uniqueness."

Vitiligo, aka "reverse freckles" became a constant in my life when I turned eleven but I no longer deplore his presence. I make him a part of me because he is......

UniquelyME

Find Your Groove

Thursday, July 2, while driving to work at 6 am, I expected this day to be just as mundane as the others where nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary ever happens. Just as I was about to pass the same old scenery for the millionth time, I saw a young man in his early twenties dressed in a Cardinals t-shirt, jeans and sporting a fresh new style of dread locks absolutely rocking out to a song on his IPOD.

He was singing, dancing and thoroughly enjoying waiting on the bus line at approximately 6:20 in the morning. At that moment, he could have cared less when the bus was to arrive to take him to his destination. He was happy and didn't care if anyone knew it. I applauded his BOLDNESS. I also got a big chuckle out of his vocal styling and latest dance moves.

I just want him to know that he put a BIG smile on my face that morning Mr. Get Your Groove on at the Bus Stop Man! You will never know how you made my day!

Thank you.

Now, the question to each of us: who's day have we made with our Bold moves? Are we too concerned with what others will think of us to truly live our lives with happiness and carefree abandon? Show off those scarred arms, legs, faces, hands and feet because no body is perfect!

Find your Groove and Dance, Dance, Dance.

Normal

Have you ever wondered, I mean really wondered what the word, "normal" really means? According to a Thorndike-Barnhart Comprehensive Desk Dictionary circa 1952 edition, the word means "of the usual standard; regualr; usual. In the adjective form the word means: "natural, tpicl, ordinary, common, everyday.

Hmm, when you read the definition the word, "normal" isn't that spectacular; so why are we dying to be "normal." On a personal level, I'd love to wear beautiful clothes without leaving skin shaving from my eczematous skin behind on the fabric or greasy residue from the meds when my eczema is at it's worst and I have to slather the "oily" stuff on.

Why can't I wear the beautiful, breathtaking clothes and feel like a woman instead of an oily freak constantly in 100% cotton.

Somebody out there has to understand what I'm saying!!!!!!!!!!!???????????

Is this where you are?

UniquelyME