Ok..so you to a mall shopping for the party which you have to attend. You have searched almost every shop but didn’t find anything you like. You are dissappointed. Just when you are about to leave you see an extremely amazing dress on display. It’s the prettiest thing you have seen.It’s the right size, the right colour, it goes with your shoes perfectly. And it is in your reach. It’s just perfect. Everything you where looking for. You are in awe. You are happy, excited, amazed. You are in love with this dress! You decide to buy it. You go to counter and tell the person on the counter that you want to buy it , but just when you are about to pay for the dress, you notice a slight cut at the bottom of the dress. The dress is damaged! You loved the dress, but it is damaged. You are dissappointed and you change your mind. You don’t buy that dress. You reject it. You know you loved . Loved it very much. It could have been fixed. It was just a slight damage. But you don’t buy it cause you are afraid the damage will show. And most probably your friends will laugh at your foolishness for having bought that dress when you could have bought a better one at the same price. You tell your friends how much you loved it. So much! But it was damaged. So you walk out. You leave it and forget about it. I mean it’s right, isn’t it? Why buy something damaged? There is whole lot to choose from!!
And that dress is me.
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this is a really interesting analogy. ive tried to put my feelings into words and you just about nailed it. i feel the exact same way as you. why would anyone want someone who was imperfect “damaged”… i just thought this was a really good post <3
No one is perfect. how imperfect is what were talking about. Love has no boundaries, if i got to love a guy in wheelchair i would with all that comes with it, has in another race too. As i loved my boyfriend. Im not perfect, Im sure theres plenty of prettier girls out there, with less damage as a past history… Then why me? We dont have to have answers, its only about what we feel and about fighting for it. Who cares if you have a sadder history than the next one, because its exactly that past history that makes what you are and what makes him / her chose you.
Just saying I’d buy the dress no matter what.
That was so well written. Thank you.
But sometimes when I go shopping and I found the dress of my dreams. And then I notice that it’s broken. And I buy it. Because it’s broken like me. Because maybe it will look a bit foolish, a bit stupid, a bit broken and a bit out of the place but it’s still very beautiful and match my eyes. It will be my favorite dress always. Maybe it’s supposed to be like that. Just like jeans that are made cut ready. They still look good.
So yes, no is perfect. We all are dresses with small color mismatch, jewelery where some sparkly thing has fell of. And still someone will always find us better.
Thank you..<3
But there is a difference between me and the dress…i am broken beyond repair..
Thank you….<3
Furrball, if you were really a dress. It would be so simple. I could get some needles and some beautiful material and then I would make you not fixed but I’d make you the best dress on earth. Though I can’t really sew or make any of that kind work but anyways.
Nah. And I dont believe you. Somewhere I read that all wounds heal gradually. They scar little by little and then they’re completely scared. The cells start to repair themselves little by little and eventually it will be lot more pale. You won’t see it anymore. Or maybe just silver scar.
So we are not dresses and we are not quickly fixed but we will in time. Or at least I want to think like that. That we just need time to get better. Maybe we won’t but I like giving it a try
exactly Saph aand thank you <3
and Furrball i agree with with Saph but i also agree there are right things for us. i know i would eventually heal, but the scar would stay. what i mean is, i would never be the same again. now theres a difference between wanting to still fight although you may not be the same again and you dont want to because you know nothing will ever be the same even if the wound heals and only the scar is left to remind you of it. thats what i feel right now.
i know what you mean..i won’t ever be the same person i was some years back..it feels as if something inside me died..
saph that is really sweet of you..thank you.
Blahh,
Maybe even the scar wouldn’t stay. You could get rid of it with plastic surgery or you could hide it with cosmetics, you could wear clothes that would never show it.
Of course, you’d still never would be same again. Because you’d remember it. But you know, maybe its good that nothing stays the same. We need to move or be pushed forward. I’ll put it this way. When you learn to walk and run, in some point you will fall. So you are not perfect in walking, you have failed. You know now that you’ll have to be more cautious of the rock you stumbled to.
or. .
You have been this goodwriter all your life. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same. You’ll be good writer for the rest of your life. But if you fail. Once you see the bottom then I think you can become great writer.
or
When so.ething breaks we learn to make it better, lasting
And I think scars show that you have survived. You should all try to see it like that.
Anyways me and my silly comments are going to sleep now.
ohhh ok Saph goodnight, sleep well…
but my wound is deep and not physical, its hard to heal