A bridal shower was held for one of my cousins who is getting married in June. Of course, I attended. The guess were all women, and most of them were my relatives.
I was wearing a nice dress with a low cut neckline. As we know, especially the women, unless we wear a turtle neck our scars are clearly visible. Most of the time people do not have a problem asking about my surgery and I am not ashame to tell the story.
This night, I noticed people staring at my scar and it was difficult to perceive the intention of the stares. Was it pity? Disgust? Nobody was brave enough to make a comment or ask how I was doing. This made me feel uncomfortable.
I came back home feeling some how confused and sad. It made me think about all of us women walking around with Zippers and never been able to wear a sexy dress again. Do people expect us to cover up? Previously one of my friends told me she was very proud of me for not hiding it. I was surprise.
Today I read Kimberly's poem and I totally identified with it.