A couple weeks ago, I had a scare.
I had a couple skin colored bumps pop up around my sack. (TMI? Oh well, this is my blog)
So I had a DOT physical scheduled for my job, so I figured I’d ask the doc about it. I gotta drop my drawers for him anyway, might as well.
He said, “It’s not what you think, it’s skin tags. Does anyone in your family have skin tags?”
My late uncle did. Now, I’m not sure if he had them “there” (we weren’t THAT close) but I knew he had them.
Why do I tell this story? For one, so you, the reader can get a chuckle. But two, sometimes things (even people) aren’t what (or who) they seem. We can all create these false narratives about ourselves, it’s the social media effect. We show people what we want them to see, but all the other stuff, well, we hold that deep down inside.
Lets normalize talking about what’s bothering us, instead of hiding behind what makes our lives look perfect.
