What do you think of when you hear the word "scar"? Do you think of a mark on your body? Maybe from an incision or an injury? I have a few of those. The skin on my knees is a little blotchy from falling too many times as a clumsy kid. I have a small white scar on my neck from when my step-dad grabbed me in a fit or rage and threw me to the floor and his fingernail scratched me. There are many people walking around this world with visible scars. Sometimes they are hidden with clothing or even make-up. Other times they are there for the world to see.
But there are just as many (more?) out there with emotional scars - invisible scars. These are harder to explain. If a new friend sees a scar, they may ask what happened and you can then share. The visible scars are proof of your trauma whether it be significant or not. But emotional scars can be just as painful and often more painful than that. Surgery can't correct them. There is no pill that will help you heal, although there may be some to help you deal.
My scars are many and run deep. I'm fortunate that they are hidden from sight. I can only imagine that if they all manifested physically, I would look like a grotesque monster. People would gasp when they saw me and could only imagine my pain and the trauma I endured.
While I may grow use to them and maybe even come to accept them, they will always be there, ingrained on my person. There are a part of me as much as the scars on my beat-up little knees.
So today I am exclaiming "Love me, love my scars!"
I borrowed "Love me, love my _____!" from one of my favorite bloggers, Moosh in Indy.
So now it's your turn to fill-in-the-blank. Say it out loud! "Love me, love my _____!"
Rachel
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