I'm kinda tired of seeing fabricated (or non-fabricated) perfect bodies all the time. I hate that scars are being seen as something revolting. I had this issue with mine as well, but I can now say that I've gotten my hate for my scar under control, and now I'm wearing it proudly as a reminder of what I've been through.
Seeing the placement of my scar, you could guess where I got it: heart surgery. I was 4, and it involved only very few of my own tears and a lot of my mom's. I used to always hate it, kept pulling my swimsuit up to cover it. Now I see it as a proof of what a brave little girl I was and in my down times, a reminder that that brave and stubborn little girl is still there inside me. She got me through the heart surgery, she can get me through life as well.
Every scar tells a story. Show us YOUR scars and tell us your story. Go anonymous if you like.
I hope no one sees this question for anything than what it's intended to be.
Most Helpful Guy
Scars definitely tell stories, don't they? Glad to see you overcame that at such a young age. No need to be embarassed about that, Asker! :-D
I have some small circular scars (about the size of grains of salt or cookie crumbs) on the tip of my nose, from chicken pox. Ironically, the vaccine was released the following year in the USA! :-P
To be honest, I don't even think about those scars at all. They're barely noticble because of my dark complexion, and I never dealt with a lot of insecurity about them.
Ironically because I never made a big deal out of my chicken pox scars, I don't think many other people did, either (outside of curiosity questions because all scars have a story).1
Most Helpful Girl
My body is beyond perfect besides the fact that i'm a bit over weight.
I'm 23 and have started to get acne even though as a teen I never had zits. I also have A LOT of scars from my clumsyness, depression moments, and stretch marks around my thighs.
The stories about 2 scars I have is kind of funny.
The one on my big toe was when I went on a band trip to disney world. It was at the pool of the hotel and I was going to run and jump into the pool. I didn't notice there was this concert border around the pool. My big toe hit it and I face planted into the pool. Which my toe was bleeding like crazy.
The one on my wrist is due to helping a friend cut up these cardboard boxes. I was using scissors to do that. Which it ended up slipping and stabbed me in the wrist. Blood was pouring down my arm which it didn't really hurt. I only started to worry when I thought it might have hit an artery or something important.1