The other day I was speaking with a co-worker in my office ~ in the privacy of a closed office ~ and I revealed my scars to her; showing her the difference between the “good” side and the “bad” side (thanks to that infection).
I’m not quite sure of the exact nature of our conversation or what was the prompt for me, but showing her just seemed so natural. I didn’t flinch, I wasn’t ashamed and I wasn’t shy (apparently!!). And my thanks to the lady I was speaking with; she didn’t flinch, didn’t make soothing, empathetic noises and didn’t mind in the least. Not to mention how comfortable it is to speak with her.
I’m glad I did show her. It shows how far I have come.
But I must say, how bizarre it is too. I mean really, would you expect a woman to show you her breasts in a conversation and having nothing to do with canoodling? No, of course not. But here I am, showing my chest.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand my psyche.
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namaste
HAHAHA!!!
WSL
You’re right, and good for you.
Me, it takes a few drinks and a promise of something later to just up and show anyone my chest! 😉
My how far we’ve come!