“Give yourself, your condition, or your health focus a mascot. Is it a real person? Fictional? Mythical being? Describe them. Bonus points if you provide a visual!”
Meet: Purella, the Purple Painted Pony.
Usually, she’s pooping butterflies and jacked up on jelly beans, but you’ve caught her on a break.
Anyone who’s been following me on a somewhat regular basis (and by somewhat, I mean, when you’ve got a spare 2.2 minutes in the chaos of your own reality)…knows I’m all over the “purple painted ponies sh….uh…cra…uh…pooping butterflies.”
Heck ya! “Purella” is purple!!
She symbolizes the “she” of me, representing 90% of all lupus patients being female.
She’s got bling on her back, to symbolize that no matter just how shitty you think you look, put some Sexy Mother Pucker lip gloss on your lips and find that one small thing every day that can turn your frown upside down.
She has beautiful brown hair with not a streak of grey.
She’s pooping butterflies because as much as I want to live in a fairy tale, most of us who are chronically afflicted face ghosts and demons not previously known to our bendable minds and esteems. Butterflies are the sacrifice that our fears make.
She’s jacked up on jelly beans (diabetes, represent!) symbolizing the plethora of pills I pop just to able to…feel good?
I pop pills just so that I don’t feel anything at all.
“Purella”…the sanitized unicorn…
Because everyone should have their own unicorn.
“Wherever they may have come from, and wherever they may have gone, unicorns live inside the true believer’s heart. Which means that as long as we can dream, there will be unicorns.”
– Bruce Coville
(Wanna get your own unicorn? Make one! At: http://generalzoi.deviantart.com/)