SamanthaNY
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Do you have any? How do you feel about them?
I have quite a few. I refer to them as 'life lines', or 'life tattoos'. Sometimes I even call them 'tiger stripes'. And while I don't love the way they look, I'm almost... proud of them. They represent events and times in my life that made a mark on me... literally. Perhaps I didn't put them there by choice - but there they are, and they're a part of me. Some will find my scars ugly - that's okay (I expect you to keep that to yourself, needless to say). I don't show them off, but neither do I hide them. I think it would be nice if there wasn't such a stigma about scars.
These are the scars on both sides of my ankle. About ten years ago, I slipped on wet grass and broke my ankle in three places. This happened on an Autumn night - and no one could hear me yelling for help. I ended up crawling on my hands and knees (with my foot flopping around as it hung broken off my leg) to get into my house and call 911. I didn't cry, and I wasn't scared. I was mad. The scars are from surgeries to attach plates and pins to hold my leg together.
Funny - I only cried about it some 10 days later, when I was thinking just how awful it was to go through.
I have quite a few. I refer to them as 'life lines', or 'life tattoos'. Sometimes I even call them 'tiger stripes'. And while I don't love the way they look, I'm almost... proud of them. They represent events and times in my life that made a mark on me... literally. Perhaps I didn't put them there by choice - but there they are, and they're a part of me. Some will find my scars ugly - that's okay (I expect you to keep that to yourself, needless to say). I don't show them off, but neither do I hide them. I think it would be nice if there wasn't such a stigma about scars.
These are the scars on both sides of my ankle. About ten years ago, I slipped on wet grass and broke my ankle in three places. This happened on an Autumn night - and no one could hear me yelling for help. I ended up crawling on my hands and knees (with my foot flopping around as it hung broken off my leg) to get into my house and call 911. I didn't cry, and I wasn't scared. I was mad. The scars are from surgeries to attach plates and pins to hold my leg together.
Funny - I only cried about it some 10 days later, when I was thinking just how awful it was to go through.
