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A small price

Here’s the latest–a quick note–on my ongoing journey in accepting, embracing, cherishing, and celebrating this female body I was given.

Today, standing in my shower and leaning over so the hot water could blast onto my back, I noticed my scar. It was scrunched into the length of an inch instead of three. A small price to pay, I heard myself say. I felt gratitude and appreciation, emotions that I rarely feel when I notice my scar. I looked down at myself. There was my adult woman’s body in all its beauty–the color of a ripe cantaloupe, tapering into long legs and strong feet to hold me up.

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