there is something so poetic about tearing yourself apart over and over and your skin becoming stronger each time, like a small shield made out of your cells with which your body says: i am here and i don't want you to hurt. the one on my left heel reminds me of all the hikes i've done and the one on my right hand, where knives rub against my soft skin, reminds me of all the fulfilling meals i've made. now, walking or dicing doesn't hurt anymore. i'm being kept safe.
