Sunday, September 30, 2012


We all have one whether it visible or not.

"There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with." ~ Harry Crews

I don't remember my first cut of the skin that would leave a scar or what it like to live without. I know that my skin is a beautiful olive/tan color and the scars are not faint. The scars I have are a deep brown or purplish and sometime white. I was a preemie, born as about 27 weeks weighing about 3 pounds 2 ounces and was 16 inches long. A beautiful baby just so excited to come into this crazy world, I couldn't wait the whole 40 weeks. I notice that went I save my had last year about this time I had scars from where the hospital put IVs in my head. Now at 20 I have close to 40 scars and all have a story that comes with them. but those are just the physical ones that everyone can see. The death of my Great-Grandparents and Great Uncle have left a heavy scar on my heart. Anytime I see: Tom and Jerry, Loony Tunes, Peaches, Toast or coffee, these are the thing that remind me how lucky I was to be raised with the help of grandparent and would not trade it for the world. But reminded me of a scar and in most cases a "good" scar that I have on my heart for them.

So if you know me or have ever stayed with me for a day you know that I now very graceful. This is something that came with my migraines. I fall and slip and that alone is the cause of two 2-3 inches scars on my shin from shaving. Yes shaving, they are not beautiful and are the 2 scar that people ask how and in the world this happen. I also have some scars that are jumping over the couch and scratching my thigh from a staple. And from burning myself when getting thing out of the oven.

Now the medical scars I have 10 of them and all were in a step to getting better. I have one on my lower hip, mid lower back, three in the middle of my back,  two on my neck and  2 on the right side of my head. Now those two are not visible because of my hair. The last one is on my ankle from were I pass out on the side walk.

So the point this blog is to embrace your scars. My parent ask me anything they see my scars how are you going to explains those scars because most of them are visible. If I am in a swim suit there even more but the truth is you don't have to love my body. It not something your carry around every day. I do. And I love who I am. Where I am at in life. Who I have become. I love my scars. To me it like carrying a scrapbook around where I go. It a piece of home. A piece of the road something less traveled upon. The scars I have remind me that I have fallen and have gotten back up and kept on moving forward.

This was me when I was born and My mom. 

So not a Daddy's When I was little I would fall asleep on me like this

My Dad and I now. Still a Daddy's Girl :)

1 comment:

  1. Love the pictures, great post!! What a tiny baby you were!!! All grown up now!!!