I quite like my scars, of course them being there can be triggering and disadvantageous, but I'm pretty accepting of them, part of me likes them and with new cuts I have the opinion of 'if they scar they scar'
I don't really have any feelings towards my scars. They're there and there's not a lot I can do about them. Sometimes I catch sight of myself in the mirror and am actually taken aback by them though. I certainly wouldn't say I like them and I sometimes find it sad that my skin will never be 'normal', but they're part of me and I accept that.
I don't like my scars. Not because they're ugly, but because they make me look different when they're visible. I'll never be able to wear short sleeves/shorts without people having a glance and seeing something that's out of the ordinary. I do wear short sleeves, because I didn't want to hide anymore, but I'd still rather they weren't there.
“Our defeats are softened and our victories are sweetened because we did it together.” - Toby Ziegler.
They're part of me, like having moles or blemishes. I don't have any reaction when I see them, and I don't particularly hide them unless I'm around small children (they ask too many questions).
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything is different…
you once called your brain a hard drive, well say hello to the virus.
I was thinking about this earlier today, weird. I feel like a total weirdo for admitting but I kind of like them. That being said, I don't scar easy so I don't have too many and they are easy to hide. Maybe that makes it easier.
Personally when I'm by myself I don't even think about the scars. I know they're there and I Know when it happened it was something I was going to have to deal with. I did think they would eventually disappear but I guess that's not the case and I can't do much about it.
I don't like showing them off in public though. It's not because of confidence issues because I do drive around at night or on the highway without a long sleeve shirt to try and let the scars receive fresh air and maybe darken a little but if I'm around people I know, the scars are hidden and it doesn't matter how hot it is outside, I'm not allowing anyone else to hurt me or stop talking to me because of them. The last person I liked stopped talking to me over that damn bandage I used to HIDE the scars and it taught me a valuable lesson. In today's world, I am a liability or a bad investment simply because I am scarred. This is why I wear long sleeve shirts, no matter how hot it is. I rather sweat for hours upon hours than to have people look at my scars and judge me for something I had to do when I lost everything and I would have kept going at it had it not been for the fact that I really liked someone and I thought I could start over only to be dropped like a hot potato over them... and the sad part is that the person never saw the scars, just the bandage. That person knew it happened just didn't know how often or if it still happened. It was then when I realized that these scars do cause trouble but other than this, they don't bother me.
I just get really sad and nervous if I start thinking how I'm going to explain them the day someone I really like sees them.
I was thinking about this earlier today, weird. I feel like a total weirdo for admitting but I kind of like them. That being said, I don't scar easy so I don't have too many and they are easy to hide. Maybe that makes it easier.
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Originally Posted by Amaranth
I love my scars - they're part of me, part of my story and they're evidence of how strong I've had to be.
At least I'm not alone then! Amaranth, I have to admit you hit the nail on the head there, explained how I feel about them perfectly, why should I be ashamed of them, when they show I've been through s*** and come out the other side, battered (figuratively speaking) maybe, but still very much alive
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I accept that they are a part of me. Some days I wish that they werent there though. To me they are a sign that I have survived.
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I just get really sad and nervous if I start thinking how I'm going to explain them the day someone I really like sees them.
I'm sorry people have reacted to you so badly - but your scars are not you, they're just evidence you've been through hell and were strong enough to come out the other side. If someone is truly deserving of you and your heart then they will understand that you are so much more than your scars.
I used to hide them away all the time but that always meant being fully covered with clothes, lately however I've stopped caring what anyone else thinks and feel much happier for it.
If I want to walk around on a beach wearing only shorts then dammit, I'm gonna do it.
Honestly, mine don't really bother me. I've learned to accept that they are apart of me and nothing is going to change that. I almost feel like I wouldn't be me without my scars.
