Proud Flesh

Proud Flesh, "exuberant granulation tissue" - the first stage in the creation of scar tissue. For me, more aptly stated as an end rather than a beginning.

Proud Flesh, “exuberant granulation tissue” – the first stage in the creation of scar tissue.
Proud flesh is for me, more aptly stated as an end rather than a beginning.

Proud flesh, my scars.

Proud flesh, my scars.

Proud flesh, my scars.

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There comes to a point in life in which you see your Proud Flesh and wouldn’t – not for the world – change them.
I wouldn’t change mine.

I learned from them that the world is temporal. That our faces are facades. That our faces are frames. That are faces are flesh. That flesh changes and yet – our core never does. Our spirit, ever-eternal, will always be.

Whole.

I don’t often talk about my scars – not in the way that I do my deafness. There isn’t much to talk about. They are not something I struggle with (anymore). They are not something I’d change (if I could).

Proud flesh, proud of my flesh.

I learned too much from them to feel anything but gratitude.

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I feel the small hands of my children on my scars, tracing the lines. “Mommy, what’s this?”
Proud flesh, honey.
It’s proud.

 

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A post on the car accident that gave me my scars: Memories.
Proud Flesh,
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Meriah
Meriah Nichols is a deaf artist, tech-junkie, Counselor (and sometime teacher), mom (one with Down syndrome), cat-lover, Trekkie, yurt-dwelling off-the-grid farmer's wife. She writes about travel, disability, and getting dishes done.

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