My Story

You hear a lot about scars these days.  Some call them sexy, others call them imperfections.  They are a representation of who we are, what we've been through.  Some try to hide them, feeling ashamed for they've experienced.  Others tend to flaunt them, showing pride in who they are.  I've tried to cover my own, but to no avail.  When you see me in a dress, you'll see the scar on my back, no matter how hard I try to hide my body.  The scars on my hands cannot be covered.  The scar on my wrist cannot be covered either, not even with long sleeves.  Even when they take my wedding photos some day, the scars will appear - the one on my back, the one on my wrist, the ones on my hands, and any other scars I may get.  It's hard for me to live with them.  They are friendly little reminders of all the pain I went through, whether I want to remember or not.  Every scar has a story, and everyone who sees that scar wants to know the story.  We're proud to share some of our stories, but not necessarily all of them.  We ourselves don't want to be reminded of the pain we went through, but every time we look in the mirror, there it is!  They're right in our faces, forcing us to remember.  Sometimes, they are the first thing we see.  The scars stay tattooed in our brains, our memories, until they are all we can think about.  Sometimes the scars can play tricks on us; they'll begin to fade away one day, and soon enough come right back, as if they never wanted to leave.  Sometimes they can itch, burn, or even make the skin around it feel either numb or painful.  Just another reminder that hey, something painful happened to you, and now you're stuck with the proof.  But why should we be ashamed of it?  I wear mine proudly.  They tell my story better than I ever could.  They are a story of who I was and the mistakes I hope to never make again.  They let me know that I've come a long way to get to where I am today.  My scars are not imperfections.  They are who I am.  They are who I've been.  They are who I plan to overcome.  This is my scar.  This is my story.