I’m feeling better now (thank you all) but when I was so sick that night, I passed out and woke up on the bathroom floor. I hit my lip on the way down and although it never really hurt, its bruised. A black and blue lip. It doesn’t bother me so much, I know it will be gone in a few days, but it’s interesting because when I’m out in public, I can’t help but wonder what other people might be thinking.
And for me, and maybe for a lot of people, the first thing that comes to mind is that I’m a battered woman, that my husband hit me. Jon and I even joked about it with the kid selling popcorn when we went to the movies, it’s impossible to ignore. But I thought, if I were a man, I doubt that “battered man” would come to mind for most people. If I saw a man with a fat bruised lip I would assume he was in a fight. And the bruise trophy-like.
So I thought, what if I walked around with the attitude that I had been in a bar fight, and had won. When someone stared at my lip, I could proudly whisper… Bar Fight. Empowering right? No longer the victim.
Of course I could just tell the truth, but it’s not as much fun. And I have the opportunity to maybe change some long held perceptions about women, especially for myself.
(P.S. Jon has been bugging me to sell my sketches for several years, so I’m offering this one
for $10 – plus shipping – Sold. to see if anyone wants it. If so, just e-mail me.)