Oopsie, late again! I have been so busy doing my uni work I've missed two days worth of blogging. So it's catch up time. I haven't even had time to look at the Postsecrets this week, so I'm going to do that now, and pick my secret of the week.
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Firstly, I'm not a twin and I never have been, so this isn't really my secret. But before I was born, my mum had a miscarriage, so I would have had an older brother or sister. She also had another miscarriage after I was born, so I would have had another younger brother or sister too. I think this is probably why I've never felt comfortable being the oldest child. I think I wouldn't have felt so separated from my brothers if there had been five of us; I might have had a connection with unborn brothers or sisters that I don't have with my younger brothers. I wouldn't say that I resent my unborn siblings but I do feel sad that I never got to meet them. So that's my secret for this week, interpreted in my own little way.
So this is a secret from September 2005, which incidentally is around the time I started self harming. At the beginning I was really ashamed of my scars; I'd wear long sleeves, long gloves, even leg warmers on my wrists sometimes. But with time I grew more used to them, and now I can look at them as diary entries, instead of just scars. They all have meaning, I know what caused each one, they all tell a different story and remind me what I've been through. I'm not saying that I'm glad that I have them, for years I wanted a skin transplant on my arm to cover them up. I've just grown to be more confident in myself, and I can go out without long sleeves these days. A few people have asked me about them at uni, and more than one person has said how brilliant it is that I don't feel that I have to hide myself because of them. So this was my secret, but isn't anymore. Yay for confidence!!
Firstly, I'm not a twin and I never have been, so this isn't really my secret. But before I was born, my mum had a miscarriage, so I would have had an older brother or sister. She also had another miscarriage after I was born, so I would have had another younger brother or sister too. I think this is probably why I've never felt comfortable being the oldest child. I think I wouldn't have felt so separated from my brothers if there had been five of us; I might have had a connection with unborn brothers or sisters that I don't have with my younger brothers. I wouldn't say that I resent my unborn siblings but I do feel sad that I never got to meet them. So that's my secret for this week, interpreted in my own little way.
So this is a secret from September 2005, which incidentally is around the time I started self harming. At the beginning I was really ashamed of my scars; I'd wear long sleeves, long gloves, even leg warmers on my wrists sometimes. But with time I grew more used to them, and now I can look at them as diary entries, instead of just scars. They all have meaning, I know what caused each one, they all tell a different story and remind me what I've been through. I'm not saying that I'm glad that I have them, for years I wanted a skin transplant on my arm to cover them up. I've just grown to be more confident in myself, and I can go out without long sleeves these days. A few people have asked me about them at uni, and more than one person has said how brilliant it is that I don't feel that I have to hide myself because of them. So this was my secret, but isn't anymore. Yay for confidence!!
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