I love bruises 🤤
I’m not into BDSM, violence in relationships, or god forbid self-harm… But bruises on my own body — they’ve always driven me a little crazy. Especially the big ones. Real bruises — not just tiny dark spots, but full patches, even hematomas… of course, all within reason. What fascinates me isn’t just the mark itself but the way the color changes day by day. I know, it sounds pretty freaky. (You brought this on yourselves by joining this tier — I’m innocent here))
I don’t like to think about — let alone imagine — the cause of those bruises. But when I randomly discover a strong one on my body, I quietly celebrate inside (not out loud, so I don’t look weird to the people close to me). Maybe it’s because the bruises on me always appear by accident and unconsciously — like the one on my butt on this photo. I have no memory of how it got there. But its perfect shape, the uneven color today, and that greenish shade it’ll take on later — it just inspires me. Strange, I know… But something in the visual of bruises on my own skin has always captivated me.
Since I’ve confessed mine… what’s yours? What’s that unexpected thing about your body or someone else’s that you can’t help but love? donr afraid to write - here the most safe place that you may find!
Julia
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