I never pretend my left arm is normal. It's not. I mean, it's my normal, but that's the limits on how normal it can be.
I've had hundreds of comments probably, but for the most part it's almost always good. Minus a few well meaning therapists who tell me not to use it.
This morning in my water boot camp the lady next to me kept staring.
And staring.
And slack jawed staring.
The whole damn class!
I'd catch her eye, she'd look away. I'd see her out of the side of my eye just staring away. I'd move, she'd move. Quite honestly it was disturbing! I'm never self conscious of my left arm. Not bothered by the scars, the wanky movements don't bother me, but her intense staring made me question if I should be. It was that off putting.
It's bugged me all morning.
I will say, I didn't restrict the use of my left arm. I worked it just as hard as I would any time.
But next time, if she's going to stare, I'm going to go out of my way to give her something to look at!
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