I first wrote about my abortion in the spring of 2012. At that point, it had been seven years since my procedure, and something that never crossed my mind.
I was really moved by the video we watched last week. I think this war on abortion has already been a long one, and it’s no where close to being resolved. I appreciate women like this author, who chose to have an abortion and is not ashamed of it, because I think it’s important to hear both sides of the story and really see that she is no less of a person for her decision.
Oh my gosh people, be nice to your waiter/waitress, it’s not their fault that your food is cold or if it’s under cooked. Be nice to the cashiers who are still training and can’t ring up your items as quickly as you want. If a stranger smiles and says hello to you, smile and say hello back! It’s just common courtesy, I don’t understand why people have to be so rude.
Before I can to Korea I thought that I’d start feeling worse about myself. Turns out I was wrong.
I’m not skinny. And in Finland I never considered myself being anything out of the ordinary. Not pretty but not ugly.
In Seoul even though there are many foreigners, many prettier and thinner than I am, people stare at me a lot. It’s because I have blond hair. At first I found it very disturbing and very distressing. Now I’ve grown to love it and grave it. A lot of people tell me randomly that I’m pretty and it has made me believe that I am pretty.
I like this new confidence. I just hope it doesn’t disappear when I go back to Finland and I’m again a wallflower who nobody gives a shit about.
Here have a picture of me in another dog cafe when this cutie came to sleep in my lap.
“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.”—Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via larmoyante)