****WARNING: THIS POST MAY BE TRIGGERING IF YOU HAVE OR CURRENTLY SELF HARM OR ARE A SUICIDE SURVIVOR****
I don't know a single person that doesn't have at least one scar.
Large or small, prominent or barely noticeable, every scar has a story attached; sometimes one we remember firsthand and sometimes one told to us because we were too young to remember.
This post is a celebration of all we've lived and struggled with and survived. Our scars are our story...written in flesh or carved in our minds.
"That's from the time I was chasing my sister on my bike and she stepped in front of me. I swerved on the gravel and the road bit my face. I refer to it as one of her two attempts to kill me. ( Kidding about her intention, not about how I refer to it. )" - me
This could be an example of one my daughter might tell:
"This one is from an emergency appendectomy when I was 8. I got sick from the anesthesia, so they gave me Phenergan. Turns out I have a really bad reaction to it, my mom says I was