I wake up every morning feeling unbeautiful. I run my fingers over the scars and the current maladies just to remind myself that this is really my life. I haul myself out of bed and prepare for the gym. The next few moments in the mirror are a sore reminder of where I have been. The hair has creeped back on my face and body, and the slightest definition is returning to my muscles – but they are only shadows of what once was. I lean in and take a good long look at my face; I guess that’s me. Something is different, but I just can’t put my finger on what. Continue reading “So Damn Upretty”