Scars

When I got my boots I said that they looked “too new”. I also said that Sir would remedy that soon enough. He definitely did just that.

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Now they are scarred, scuffed, and beaten. They are more comfortable than ever. I think that they look much more beautiful this way, and will only become more so with time.

I’ve gotten a few more scars myself in the past few months. The physical ones are small, and make me remember Sir with a smile. The emotional ones cut into much deeper, older scars, and are still open but being cared for. I know those will never quite fully heal, but I’ve become accustomed to them.

It’s the scars I don’t have yet that are on my mind today. I am trying to keep a good attitude. I’m a perpetual optimist, and I can quote skin cancer survival rates at myself all day long, but I must admit to being a bit afraid too. Usually when I am by myself. Like now. Because I can.

If I don’t acknowledge my own fears, how can I face them?

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This is one fear I do not have the option to run away from. Usually I run full speed right through my fears to chase them away, but not this time. The overloaded VA Healthcare system is in charge of the speed. So I wait, worry, and find new spots.

More scars means more beauty though, right?

In the mean time, I will keep being slutty in my own loony way. I will happily continue serving Sir, on my knees, in even the weirdest of places. Public or private. 😉

My smile will remain. Sir will see to that as well. He is that amazing, after all.

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(In fact, if you click on this pic, you’ll see how amazing in just one of so many ways…)


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