So remember when I was all “OH MY FACE! SO SAD!” in regards to the petichiae that had flared up so badly as a result of all my vomiting?
(For anyone unaware, petichiae are ruptured capillaries just under the surface of the skin, some are raised and bumpy others are flush but bright red…they are most often the result of violent and excessive vomiting.)
Well it hasn’t gotten any better. And they’re not going anywhere.
I know darn well they’re there. And I know full well you can see them too. I know the lady at the grocery store could see them because she asked what was wrong with my face. I know every doctor I see can see them because it’s one of the first things they comment on.
I don’t care.
I have stopped trying to cover them with makeup every time I go out. It was not only getting expensive, it was getting ridiculous. I have well moisturized skin, lovely blue eyes, very well behaved lashes very few blemishes and I found a lip color that makes me happy.
All this red rashy blotchiness? It’s part of who I am now, my red badge of courage if you will.
It doesn’t hurt. It’s not contagious. There’s no long term damage.
Many women have stretch marks on various body parts. Many other people have scars from surgeries or marks from injuries sustained in the past. Some people have gaps in their teeth or different color eyes or gray hair. I have a mottled face, proof I sacrificed something worldly society holds in very high esteem in order to get something I wanted.
No one’s ever said “Your face looks stupid, I don’t want to be your friend.”
I mean, people have said mean stuff to me, but generally when people are saying mean things to you? It’s because they’re stupid.
Or something like that.
Repeat after me…
“Love me, love my __________”
making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 
Love me, love my weight. I’ve been overweight since I was 9 years old. I’ve tried just about every diet to come around the bend and my weight has fluctuated over years, but I’ve never been thin (or even remotely close to it). So, now that I am 35 years old, I’m tired of trying to be what the world thinks I should be, thin. That most likely will never happen for me. I won’t give up trying to be healthy and fit, but I won’t kill myself to do it. So, keep your comments about my weight to yourself and take a good long look in the mirror. None of us are perfect and that is the way God planned it.
Your red face is beautiful (and so is your pregnant belly, which I envy)!
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@Melissa, The world should really learn to mind it’s own business.
As an earlier commenter said, I’d rather have my flaws than the personality of a shoe.
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@Melissa, you pretty much just read my mind! i’ve always been the fat girl, no matter what i try and I’m actually learning to be OK with it
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my very large over pronounced thighs that I have discovered in the last year can out squat my husband, out lunge my friends and out leg extend many men at the gym. They are big, they aren’t pretty like Beyonce’s, they aren’t slim like Carrie Underwoods and they don’t look that great in a pair of shorts but they are STRONG!!!
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@heather bays, Dude, my thighs are really meaty, short and thick but ready for some serious @$$ kicking at a moments notice.
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I get that too when I vomit. Particularly on my eyelids.
And clearly I hear you given my struggle with acne this past year. You go girl.
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@Aimee Giese | Greeblemonkey, I adore your burned corneas. (never thought I’d say that one.)
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love me, love my bat wings, extra chins, and my big ol belly…oh and my stretch marks…lawsy mercy the stretch marks!
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@Biddy, Addie thinks stretch marks make you look like a tiger.
And tigers are awesome.
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Love me, love my thighs. And the facial hair I work hard to conceal or remove every single day. Maintaining TWO eyebrows is tough work. 🙂 Never said that “out loud.” Thanks for giving me the courage.
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