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It protects you from infection and keeps scarring to a minimum, but it's like masking tape -- it rubs off so easily, especially when you're flailing around like a dork.
Now I flail around like a dork for entirely unrelated reasons.
If I go on a 25-minute walk, I'm just in absolute agony.
My scars are particularly gnarly for that reason.
If you imagine normal women as bountiful waterfalls, I was a bathroom faucet that leaked occasionally.