SPOTTED // I’m soaking up the last of our family vacation in a long, hot, salty bath at home. While I soaked, maybe because I had more time than usual, I noticed my spots bright white against my summer skin. Sometimes I completely forget I have them. Other times they are all I can see. Sometimes they make me feel proud and unique. Other times they make me feel self conscious and I wonder what people think of me – are they contagious, should my children touch her skin, that poor woman. Sometimes they are an exciting marker of my continued healing as they shrink and disappear. Other times the fact that I still have them at all makes me wonder if I’m qualified to share my thoughts on healing with anyone. And then I realize, just like with anything else, what is our strength is also our weakness. Both things. It’s always both things. Light and dark. My skin is just a continued reminder.
