![]() I’m not going to do a lot of research into reducing scars or spend money on fancy creams. I’m not planning to change my wardrobe in order to conceal my scars and I don’t worry about grossing other people out if they’re on display. And I don’t want to put pressure on myself to suddenly have to in order to have a healthy relationship with myself.Īll that said, I have no plans to hide my legs. ![]() But I do not love my scars or the shape of my knees. But it is still a bit of a mental adjustment to have another person’s body part inside your body.) I am glad that I got the surgery and that I will no longer have to walk around with the fear that I could collapse at any moment. (This last part I am eternally grateful for and think the world of organ donors. ![]() Instead, they remind me that I have knee problems and knee pain and that there now is a dead person’s ligament holding my patella in place. I have a lot of trauma around my knees and when I look at them I don’t feel flooded with self-love. To see them as badges of honor or a medical marvel. On the one hand, I could lean into the “body positivity” movement and try my best to love my scars. Now that I have my own scars and what I consider to be strangely shaped knees, I too get to decide what my relationship with them will be. I don’t need her to “work past” her discomfort and wear things that make her unhappy. I’m better at accepting other people’s personal decisions and if my mom has a hard line against showing her knees, the only thing I should do is respect it. Why not just wear what you want to wear?! Since I’ve gotten older though, my perception around all of it changed. There were so many dresses that were passed over because they came up just a bit too high or pants that were nixed because they were a bit too tight. The scars and shape of her knees didn’t bother me, so I didn’t see why she needed to limit her wardrobe to hide them. For as long I can remember, she’s hated the way her knees look, and she’s refused to wear anything that will show her knees or highlight their shape. My mom had similar surgeries when she was in her early twenties that left her with two eight-inch scars. Knees and how they look have always been a part of my life. And-even though this might be controversial-I’m leaning toward yes. And I guess the real thing I am wrestling with is whether it’s okay to find a part of my own body disgusting. They’re both kind of misshapen and-at least to me-not aesthetically pleasing. I also find the shape of my knees in general to be off-putting. Unless things drastically change as I continue to heal (which might happen!), I now have two significant scars on my right knee, which is fine except I kind of find them disgusting. The same cannot be said for my right knee. You had to look pretty closely to even notice I had something done. When I had knee surgery as a teenager on my left leg, they were able to do it arthroscopically and the lasting visible results were minimal. What I feel less optimistic about is my relationship to my legs. (Shout out to Maintenance Phase for the assist in this area! What a podcast!) I still have work to do around all of this-especially in the aging arena-but I’m feeling optimistic about it. One of the things that has helped me is completely reconceptualizing my ideas around weight and no longer viewing fat as inherently bad or undesirable. Every day I try to find a balance between honoring these changes so I don’t avoid them, and not tearing myself down for no longer perfectly fitting into harmful societal standards of beauty (extremely thin and youthful). I am significantly heavier than I used to be and after years of “looking so young” I am finally looking my age (32!). ![]() If any of you have been following me for a while, you’ve probably noticed that my body has changed quite a lot in recent years. And in a wider sense, it’s me trying to create a healthy relationship with this vessel that gives me life (i.e., my human form). So, what exactly is my stuff? In a narrow sense, it’s me trying to come to terms with the two new scars I have on my right knee and the shape of my knees in general. But I still think there can be value in seeing people work through their issues in real time-even if all it does is give you permission or encouragement to do the same in your own life about your own stuff. When it comes to my relationship to my own body, nothing feels settled or clear and I’m scared I might offend or disrupt other people’s journeys by hashing through my own. I’m nervous to write about what I’m about to write about. ![]()
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