Unwritten

Slowly but surely i’m finding ways to shed the skin of the past and emerge as something new. I find so much solice in small symbols of my progress, and in a few days i take yet another step towards my goal.

Something that has been a part of me for many years.. irritating; werid, wrinkly. Its been there for as long as i can remember and even tho i had opportunity to remove it, i never did.. thanks to a certain someone always saying, “Prick… SLICE” *shudder* but i made an appointment with my doctor to have the large mole on my neck removed.

Why? technically it does me no harm; but mentally it still itches… i rub my neck and its there.. occasionally sprouting a hair or two. I’ve wanted it gone for a long time but was always too afraid; but here i go… ready to take another small step towards a better self image.

I guess in some small way i can identify with the people who so desperately want plastic surgery. Even to me this small surgery is technically cosmetic. Mayhaps it symbolizes something deeper within me, maybe it is just the begining of my personal mental issues… but none the less; its something physical i can release.

I guess its hard to explain in words; like its hard to explain how branding my legs with tattoos makes me feel more empowered and more in touch with who i am. I guess everyone of us has an image of who we are and we do what we feel is necessary to bring it out to the surface.