I fell down and scraped the end of my knee off. My jeans were fine, but I bled underneath. The skin had been torn and the flesh exposed. It took a month to heal, and during that time, I was afraid of infection.
I still have the scar.
When I wish I had never fallen, I try to remember that the scar tissue strengthens the skin. If I fall again, it won't tear. I won't bleed. The scar will protect me. I try to remember that sometimes scarring is good.
Still, I hate scars.
Ouch.
ReplyDeleteHmm. I never thought of scars like that.
I like scars. They're like maps of my past.
I guess it depends on if it's a past you want to remember.
ReplyDelete(Also, the captcha was "outchi." I thought that was pretty relevant.)
Hah good one, Captcha. It's like you're human!
ReplyDeleteYay for Captcha's abilities! I'm back from traveling and trying to get caught up with blogs again. I'm with Janelle, never thought of scars like that but I like it. I also like scars. Once I saw a magnet that said something like "Scars are natural (or maybe it said free) tattoos." Bryn liked it so much she bought the magnet.
ReplyDeleteI REALLY LIKE THAT QUOTE
ReplyDeleteand also welcome back, Ali!