|Pretty, yes? Wish I knew how I got it.|
respect for personal space. Factor in there are all kinds of ways to get hurt: Falling off, getting stepped on, getting kicked - these are some of the realities we face. And let's face it, all of those things are gonna leave a mark. Usually a pretty impressive one.
That's not what I'm getting at here. I'm talking about the everyday bruising you see and have no idea how you got them. You know, the ones your significant other sees and says, "Yikes, what did you do to yourself now?" The ones where you look at your (insert body part here) and say, "I don't know."
It's sad, but true. You really have no earthly clue as to why your (insert body part here) is a Rorschach blot of red, blue, purple and green. No clue. Nada. Nothing. Bupkus.
It's like when you were in college (or for some of us, more recently) and went to a party. You'd wake up the next morning and at some point, maybe during a shower or while getting dressed, you'd notice one, two, or maybe a constellation of bruises and have no recollection of doing anything to cause them. So you'd check in with a friend, hoping (or maybe not) that they could enlighten you. Maybe a fall while table dancing, a botched keg stand, or an overzealous attempt to learn to Nae-Nae. Most of the time the cause was just random drunken clumsiness. The verdict? Unexplained Party Bruising.
Well, I'm not drunk when I'm at the barn. I'm not, I swear. (Alright, I may have the odd glass of wine now and again, but only after I'm done. I'm a safety-first gal, you know!) So why the heck can't I ever remember how I get all these black and blue blotches all over my body?
Unexplained Equestrian Bruising. One of life's little mysteries.