I haven’t been out a great deal since late February, and when I do, I mask up. I got some dragon scaley ones off etsy that I wear that I thought were cute.
So figure.. a trip to Starbucks cause I wasn’t allowed to drive through for an online order, two trips to get cigarettes for mom, and hospital trips… and every time, wearing the mask has gotten me compliments.
And then I realized.. people get to interact with me without thinking of what’s under the mask. Yes, my scars aren’t as holy chao wtf as they once were, but they are still there, and they are pretty noticeable. Wearing the mask means it’s not something you notice about me at all… and that feels very freeing to me.
Yes, I accept who I am, and I’ve found the beauty within myself. It’s been a long fucking journey to get there, too. But to be able to not have to present that to the world… it’s just kind of nice. I get to be just me, no prejudgments, and it’s not weird cause everyone should be wearing one anyway.
Me and the Dread Pirate Roberts…
Curiouser and Curiouser 