Scars are visible memories
I was putting some makeup on today when I saw the little scar on my left cheek. That scar represents a battle. Not with someone else but with a super infection called MRSA which I contracted in the same place twice and have NO idea how. Very few antibiotics kill the infection which can spread all over and really cause damage and even kill you. I won the battle twice but I will never know how I contracted it as it is usually an infection that people in hospitals, jails, and locker rooms get, none of which I was near at the time.
I have a scar on my abdomen, vertical and about an inch long. That represents my gallbladder and appendix removal. It also represents a miscarriage I had because of the gallstones. It is a part of my life history. All scars have stories to tell. Some as boring as "I cut my finger cutting up vegetables" while others are simply fascinating.
But all scars mark a certain time in our lives. Most evoke memories of some sort. We shouldn't be so quick to cover them up or get rid of them. They are like visible memories.
Just as we are all unique, so are the scars on our bodies. My husband has a lot of them from a series of abdominal operations that almost killed him and a car accident just this past summer that nearly claimed him as well. He's here and has the scars to show for fighting those battles and winning. He doesn't care who sees them and doesn't mind answering questions if people ask. They're uniquely his. Just as my scars are mine. I'm not embarrassed of any of my scars. They are a part of me and, if a person likes me, they will simply accept my "visible memories" as well.
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