Here's the thing. I'm proud of my scars. They aren't all of me, but they make me, if that makes any sense to you readers. I have never let my (many) illnesses define me in my very short life, and I never will. I am not my tumour, my infections or obstructions. They are just things that have happened to me.
Freelance writer & social media manager, unstoppable sex-positive book-loving word-vomiting feelings-having blogger since 2010.
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