My scar
I have a scar on my chin from the operation. Its fairly big. But its fading. At first I was horrified at the idea of a scar. I didn’t want a big mark anywhere,let alone my face. At first I didn’t like it. It made my chin look scrunched up and lopsided. I wanted it gone.
Then one day, in science, a boy in my class asked if my scar was permanent. I had explained to him that it would fade a little, but yes, it was there forever. I turned around to face the board ready for whatever insult he might throw at me. But instead he said ……………. "Cool! Iv’e always wanted a wicked scar like that!"
I was about to offer a trade, but then I bit my tongue. I thought about it all day. Then I came to this conclusion: I wanted the scar. I’d prefer it to be faded as much as possible. But I didn’t want it fully gone. I figured that a scar is like a tatoo showing that you have been strong enough to go through somthing worth having a scar. It showed that I had survived somthing big enough to have a scar. And the bigger the scar the stronger I had to have been. By the end of the day, I loved my scar. My special tatoo.
I have four scars only two that are really visible and yes one is on my face, well forehead but still. most are cool though the stories behind many are not fun.
Comment by Megan — June 24, 2009 @ 3:35 pm
Hugs beautiful girl. That is a lovely attitude to have.
Comment by Administrator — June 30, 2009 @ 10:29 am
If the fates are kind, and if I ever get the chance to meet you and your Mum & Dad, I’ll kiss that scar and make it better.
Comment by lceel — July 7, 2009 @ 1:51 pm