Don't forsake me...
Taking a break from my Rent-related fit to update about my thighs.
No, it's not what you're thinking, so wipe that disgusted look right off your face.
I'm wearing the pink skirt, right? The one I love so very much but can no longer wear to school because of the conservative fascism? Right. Well, yesterday I wore it with the Tights, and today... I wore it without the Tights.
And it was the first time since January (the fateful trip to the doctor's office that got me put on the drugs that don't work) that my mom has seen the back of my thigh, and she kind of freaked about it.
She went "Oh my God what is on your leg?" and I had to remember how low the marks go. I think she thought I was cutting myself or something. Oh no. Not this girl, not this time. Just the abcesses coming back. And the scars from the old ones. And I told her about the shooting pains in the higher-up ones and I think she's taking me back to the doctor about them if they don't go away. Joy.
*rolls eyes* People are stupid.
No, it's not what you're thinking, so wipe that disgusted look right off your face.
I'm wearing the pink skirt, right? The one I love so very much but can no longer wear to school because of the conservative fascism? Right. Well, yesterday I wore it with the Tights, and today... I wore it without the Tights.
And it was the first time since January (the fateful trip to the doctor's office that got me put on the drugs that don't work) that my mom has seen the back of my thigh, and she kind of freaked about it.
She went "Oh my God what is on your leg?" and I had to remember how low the marks go. I think she thought I was cutting myself or something. Oh no. Not this girl, not this time. Just the abcesses coming back. And the scars from the old ones. And I told her about the shooting pains in the higher-up ones and I think she's taking me back to the doctor about them if they don't go away. Joy.
*rolls eyes* People are stupid.