Friday, September 16, 2011

Scars of Pride

Friday, September 16, 2011

Like tattoos that carry deep meaning for people who wear them, these scars from insect bites on my legs I wear with pleasure and pride. These indelible marks will remain a testament to those days of adventure in the Andes when, leaving behind all vestiges of vanity, I felt more alive in the discomforts of the wild than in the comforts of anywhere else. Those days of embracing physical torment, of not having any right to make illogical fusses, of not caring about how I looked, of being too tired to be bothered with pesky insects I endured and uncharacteristically rejoiced in. And from those intrepid days I earned these marks, my scars of pride.


Anonymous said...

are you sure those are insect bites? i was thinking of inca ghosts finally tasting asian blood. :)

Angeli said...

oh they are insect bites. otherwise, they'd be on my neck. :)

Loree said...

Yes I would wear them with pride too. BTW, I am in awe. I did not realise you had written over 900 posts. Keep it up :)

A said...

I love this Angeli.

Angeli said...

Thank you, Agnes. :)

Yes, Loree, after more than 4 years of blogging, I've written that much. When I go back to my previous I do not even remember that I've written such. hahaha

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