Healing

Fragile.

That is not a word anyone has ever used to describe me.

Even when I was born.

Even when I was a teenager and asked my father, he told me I looked healthy.

I thought I wanted to be petite, tiny, fragile.

But now that I am older I realize it's not all it's hyped up to be.

I realize that I was emotionally fragile. Nightmares, night terrors, depression, these things have been my constant companions since I was thirteen. Reasons abound, but what good are reasons?

My skin is fragile. The slightest bump can tear it apart, but the rest of me is strong now.

I am a fast healer.