I look at my long scar, and feel along the ridge of the length of it like one of those Roman fortifications, a miniature Offa's Dyke stretching across my abdomen, curling downwards at one end.
I'm getting used to a body now slimmer than before, with the abdominal swelling removed. I'm getting used to loose-fitting clothes. I'm getting used to having a lighter step.
Most of all, I'm getting used to not having a lingering abdominal pain.
It's a new normal; but while these scars are still definitely taking a lot of effort to get used to, it is a normal that I think I can enjoy getting used to.
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