Weakness and Strength12:30 AM
Whenever I'm asked about my (heart) surgery, I never quite know what to answer--mostly because I barely remember it. I was 12 and...
Whenever I'm asked about my (heart) surgery, I never quite know what to answer--mostly because I barely remember it. I was 12 and was asleep during the whole thing. It was 7 in the morning. My last memory before the Anesthesia kicked in and put me to sleep was inside the elevator, with the nurses who were transporting me to the operating room. Later that day, I woke up at 5pm in the emergency room and it was done.
Needless to say, I have a scar at the middle of my chest that reminds me of it. I was young and was only bordering puberty when this all happened. Naturally, I was insecure. It used to be my weakness. I hid it from everyone and folded every time someone would notice and ask about it. It sounds silly, but I also worried about boys not liking me because of it.
As I've grown, it slowly became my strength. A reminder that at a young age, I didn't fear nor flake, because I love my life. Because I love living. And as for my worry about boys? The men who are worth it wouldn't care.
But I'm not gonna lie... I still have my moments when I would think about editing it out on photos, or hiding it from people I come across. But I did take inspiration off of it for my blog's name, which I think is a good sign that I have become better and am better because of it.
So, I tell you, it's okay to feel weak sometimes. Just don't be weak.
It is from our weakness that we unknowingly draw strength.