The Value of Scars: What I learned about myself after hysterectomy
I didn’t want them there and yet here they were. Constant reminders that face me at least twice a day. The bridges of my fingers trailed each one. Four mounds, raised melanin hills a shade darker than the rest of me on the landscape of…
One in 70 trillion
I can’t remember the specifics of our conversation that made mummy utter these words but it slammed the brakes on my thoughts. “You are one in 70 trillion.” And then like a highlight reel all the moments that I tried to compare myself to others…
