The last thing I wanted to wear to an influencer event is a dress which will, very obviously, expose my scars.
What if they judged? What if people thought they looked disgusting? What if they thought I was crazy, or that I was shameless?
Thanks to my friend, Brian, and unwashed laundry, I slipped into it on a time crunch.
When people started interacting with me, the negative bubble of thought shrank to nothing.
Of course, I didn’t talk to everyone. But I’ve talked to enough people to know that no one really gave a crap about it.