Grateful to be able to share with you ladies from such a beautiful #LadiesOfHive community, I am pleased to be able to participate to answer the questions that @justclickindiva asks us and answering your first question, I think it is sad to recognize that for many years ago, from such a time beauty has been used to divide, regardless of whether you were from low, medium or high society, if you did not meet the characteristics demanded by a group that, due to beauty or power, could impose such a ruthless label, you were banned whether you were a man or a woman, because It only depended on the physical beauty with which you were born, be it trace beauty or the so popular artificial beauty

Which, anyway, does not guarantee anything in the future, it is only the joy of a short moment, since many women and men who are very insecure in themselves resort to surgeries, and in the end one will never be enough, because every day they want to change something else in them, what they do not take into account is that the years continue to pass and our body changes regardless of whether we are natural or not, and do you know what the worst of these operations is? It is that they reach a point where they cease to be them, because the magnitude of the operations is such that it is completely distorted if physical, due to how disfigured they are left between one operation and another. I feel very identified with this topic, since at the age of 13 I suffered an accident, 39 years ago since this event, before this I used to wear short dresses and short skirts like tennis players, because they were very pretty and Lucia my legs plump, but after seeing how my leg turned out, I hid behind wide-booted pants or a long, very wide dress so that the deformity of my leg could not be noticed, a situation that was not pleasant, because I hid even from relatives and I even stopped looking at myself in the mirror for a while

However, something happened that taught me, a few years ago, when I supported my uncles to take care of one of my aunts, who was sick at that time, everything was talking with her where I realized that it was no longer going for you, why continue hiding so I decided one morning to move from one place to another inside my grandparents' house, letting my uncles, cousins and other people see my leg, tears come to my eyes 🥺 when writing my experience, because that first day that I did that, at first I did not see anyone's face, I avoided seeing their expressions, I was afraid that I would see faces of pleasure, astonishment or pity, but thank God it was not like that, my family and friends who managed to see me were so natural , they made those moments something so normal that I felt safe and smiled, so much so that when I returned to my mother's house, I let my neighbors and strangers see me as I am today, I had a hard time with some people because of how reckless that they were, but squeeze to my fists and although my ears became hot from fear, he gave me courage by saying, if you can, you are a beautiful person and your leg is part of you, although I admit that there is still a lot to overcome and honestly there are people I don't care about. I would show the scar because of how cruel they can be, so I invite everyone to accept themselves as they are, in order to continue growing as people and enjoy every moment.

Y pensándolo bien con respecto a la segunda pregunta, yo no podría rendir en un trabajo que implique la agilidad física, como por ejemplo un coreógrafo o instructor de bailoterapia aunque me gusta bailar, pero no lo soportaría, ya que por mi condición de la anemia esfericitosis la cual me ha mantenido la hemoglobina en 8, me fatigó rápido generando mucha debilidad al punto de no recibir oxígeno en el cerebro y en serio es traumático, desagradable y lento el recuperarme nuevamente

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