Lizard. Snake. Reptile.
I am a very dry girl. I love my body, don’t get me wrong. I have all of my limbs and they work, my face is proportionate.
My skin is that of a monster. I feel like the boogeyman when I show them.
I cannot describe the physical or emotional pain. Chapped, red cracks that bleed in the winter. Cruel remarks made by soft skinned people.
I remember growing up, I’d always hope that my legs got skinned or something. Cut up enough so I could ask the doctor to graft new skin for me. The supple kind.
I remember crying because one day if I got married, my Husband wouldn’t love me because I wasn’t going to be pleasurable scaly.
I made a decision this year. I’m going to get a tattoo to cover up the scars.
It will hopefully be a worthy investment.
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