I have scars all over my body. some are small, some not so small, but there are plenty of them. for the longest time I was ashamed of them and embarrassed by them. I tried to cover them up and hated being asked about any of them. Maybe it’s age or wisdom or both, but I’m taking a new stand on the issue of scars.
I heard someone once say “Shit happens and I’ve got the scars to prove it!”. I kind of like that. It’s a way of looking at scars as badges of honor. They’re little bits of proof that life happened to you. It’s not such a bad way of looking at things, and it’s certainly better than hanging your head in shame over them.
It actually got to where it really bothered me that scars are seen as blemishes, and as bad. People get hurt. Things happen. Whatever happened to give you the scar is bad enough, you don’t need people giving you a hard time about it afterward. People need to just not be so bloody shallow.
It’s actually kind of interesting that all my scars have stories behind them. Some are lame, some are interesting, and yes there are a few I’d rather not discuss. It’s actually amusing to me now that the scars with the most interesting stories have disappeared. My two motorcycle accidents were at least an adventure, but those scars healed, even though they were the largest. Funny how that works, isn’t it?
If you have scars, learn to wear them with pride. Even if something horrid happened to you to cause them, you’ve survived and you’re still living and being and that’s awesome. Don’t let anyone make you feel ashamed or ugly. Scars are like stamps in a passport, they show you’ve been somewhere in life. Embrace that and never allow shallow people make you feel bad about it.