I would just love to hear how others deal with their visible scars and how we learn to love them. I'll post a picture of what my scar looks like now to give you an idea.
I generally like scars, my own and other people's :) They show us where we've been.
Most of mine aren't visible with clothes on, and I tend to forget about them anyway unless someone mentions it. Oh! That! Yeah.... ABCDEFG. Since most of mine are under clothes, I have a wee bit of a history of half stripping (or all the way stripping) with some people as we do the flirty-scar-treasure-hunt 1-upmanship-game :p Snort. Silliness.
Because of the above ^^^^ ? Several of my boyfriends have been beat to hell and gone. <chuckling> That's how we
met, sharing scars & stories. But it only mattered in meeting. After that? Someone else would have to mention it for me to even see the scar, instead of the person behind it. Hell. 2 of them, one of my best loves & worst (course I married that bloke, idiot me), were both severely burned in the face. But their scars didnt matter. They did. Love makes us blind. In more ways than one.
Some of my scars don't make good stories. One of the nice things about getting fat and then not a few times, is that it stretched the scar tissue in such a way that they're pretty unrecognizable, and a few others I've had surgically removed. Do I still have the surgical line? <grin> Yep! And I love it. Because
that shows me where I've been
twice. Not only the first time, but the second, when I said "f*ck it. Bye bye." :sneaky:
(( <chuckling> I've made a few plastic surgeons blink & actually consider it when I've offered to let them sign the damn thing if they wanted. Lol. They were all concerned with minimizing the new scar, and I couldn't really give a damn if it's minimized or not. I just want the first one gone. Cut "Joe" into me if you like! Although we may have words if your name is Josephina Elizabeth VonRoesthlessberger-Adelbertsmiter the 3rd. LMAO, then again, maybe not. The cursive could be pretty sweet. ))
The scars I have left? Are either there because they're a part of me, and I like it or couldn't care less about it, or are waiting surgery. One of the two. We live in an amazing world where even scars can change shape.
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The things I tend to get pissy about still, aren't usually attached to visible scars; but are attached in injuries that f*cking
hurt. I have a hell of a lot of soft tissue damage... All of which could at least be
helped surgically, that I just plain and simple don't have the cash for. There are 3 that have been waiting more than 10 years for me to fix. Sometimes? That's depressing as hell. I was "supposed" to get 1 fixed last spring, and a bunch of nonsense over the winter put the kibosh on that. f*ck. Other times? What an amazing f*cking world we live in where fixing them -even just a little- is even a possibility! And there I go saving again. Because I live in a world where surgeons & techniques exist, which can help. Even if it's just a little bit.