It's my journal 
(if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
I thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
A lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
The thing is? I have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
And other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
No matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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My tattoo isn't perfect.
It has been an exercise in zen to come to terms with it.
The placement isn't high enough on my neck, so it always shows, and I had wanted it to be more easily hidden.
Also, it is a symmetrical design, and the left came out a little different than the right.
Sometimes I am utterly humililated by my tattoo.
Other times I love it for its cuteness, despite the imperfections.
(Don't have a camera - sorry guys! It is just an indigo rebel alliance symbol with a little star on each side and the word "true" in the Galactic Basic language arcing over the top. It is on the back of my neck.)
(if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
I thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
A lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
The thing is? I have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
And other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
No matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
****************************************************************************************************************************
My tattoo isn't perfect.
It has been an exercise in zen to come to terms with it.
The placement isn't high enough on my neck, so it always shows, and I had wanted it to be more easily hidden.
Also, it is a symmetrical design, and the left came out a little different than the right.
Sometimes I am utterly humililated by my tattoo.
Other times I love it for its cuteness, despite the imperfections.
(Don't have a camera - sorry guys! It is just an indigo rebel alliance symbol with a little star on each side and the word "true" in the Galactic Basic language arcing over the top. It is on the back of my neck.)
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I feel really privledged to be able to argue for this, to be honest.
I'm glad you like my survivor-pride idea. This is immensely gratifying. Thank you.