You Are Tougher Than You Think

Today was hard to figure out to write about. I knew I wanted…needed to write but struggled to decide on a topic I haven’t taken on before during my medical “down time.” (I really hope that doesn’t jinx me…fingers crossed). Recently, reality hit hard. Bad things happen to great people, the world is full of unfair circumstances, and life is more precious than we realize. Come to think of it, I don’t think this post has anything to do with my medical issues. It’s just insight of what gets you through the rough times. Everyone has them, so what do you do? Turn to those around you. Being “blessed” is a new craze that has been going around lately. Being blessed with a great group of friends/family, blessed with great genetics (not me, I know), etc. I’m not big on the craze but since we’re all on the same page here let’s run with it. I got lucky, or “blessed,” with the people that have come into my life or have been here the whole time. I have the best family a sick kid could ask for and...

Social media, as much as I love to hate it, is a huge part of my life. I think everyone knows that all parts of college Greek life use social media to brand the sisterhood/brotherhood. So I’m no stranger to being an active social media user. Yesterday was a big step for me, it was the first time I was comfortable enough to share a picture with a straight shot of my scar. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve posted picture of my in a bathing suit before, but my scar is never prominent. I make sure of that. I guess after years of me trying to convince others that scars are what make them beautiful I’m starting to take my own advice. I hate my scar, but I love it more. (I know that makes absolutely no sense so let me explain). I hate it because: it’s an ugly reminder, people stare, and I barely have a bellybutton because some stupid resident wanted to test a new glue substance instead of stitches on an 18-year-old girl who obviously didn’t have enough to worry about already. The list goes on...