"Scars are proof that we have a past." No one gets thru life unscathed. We all have scars, whether inside or out.
Anyone who knows me knows that I would HAVE to have external scars, as I am far from graceful. Through the years, I've been hung up on barbed wire...that's on my chin. Also on my chin is a scar from doing a "star-turn" -some dumb move where you spin around when jumping into a pool. Key to that is making sure you jump out far enough from the ledge. My legs have been banged up countless times...walking into furniture, tripping over stakes, falling up steps, falling down steps...my nose has been broken, twice, that I know of. We've joked around here that if they ever do an autopsy on me, hubby will probably be arrested for domestic abuse. If you're still around, please, tell them that's not the case. He's a sweetheart and I was just a klutz!
Most of my internal scars probably came about the same as everyone else's. Losing a loved one, being left out...hurt feelings... criticism over something. A kid in grade school once called me "Meadowlark Lemon", one of the Harlem Globetrotters...not because of my prowess on the basketball court but because of my height. I think I slouch to this day because of that "scar".
Stitches took care of most of the injuries that produced my many external scars. But there's no plastic surgery for the internal kind. I guess that's where age, gaining confidence, or granting forgiveness enter the picture. I'm comfortable in my skin now, scars and all -it's taken about 5 decades. But that's not to say I don't secretly hope that some unkind fifth grader never grew past his 5th grade height. (I didn't mention revenge, or holding a grudge, did I? Yeah, there's that, too.)
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