On the girl's brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
― Chris Cleave, Little Bee
BUTTERFLY'S REPOSE
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kunpimook b. ╱ 24 ╱ nonbinary bi
Kunpimook bhuwakul, commonly known as bambam.
born in Bangkok, Thailand with a silver spoon in his mouth. the youngest out of four bambam was coddled and nurtured as his mother's favorite. if he wasn't preoccupied with being spoiled, he spent his time as his older sister's dress-up doll, born with soft features, the ampleness of his lips to his long eyelashes. he'd make any girl jealous. his sisters became obsessed with his face; decorating it was mom's old makeup and always adorning him in colorful dresses. he adored his lifestyle. like a precious jewel, cared for with extensive care and it was all reserved for him. some could say he wore his crown regally, a bratty little kid that wanted everything. he thought nothing could ruin his reign till his mother moved to the united states. soon the lifestyle he knew became taboo, his days of wearing dresses and makeup became ridiculed by his classmates. slurs and shrieking laughter became his tradition when he stepped into the room. fearing the new environment and his powerlessness, he suffered through the years of torment even when he adopted a masculine persona. it was only when high school came around that he could step out of his comfort zone. but it was too late. although he returned to his old style, his spirit seemed crushed.
nowadays bambam is preoccupied with his responsibilities, dabbling in styling clothes and makeup in his private space.
