Orange had an interesting post up the other day, about scars. She spoke about the scars she had on her body and it got me thinking about mine. And also got me thinking how much I prefer the ‘ex con’ look to the ‘pretty boy’ look. I love that lean, scarred, slightly rough look on a man. Preferably tall and dark as well. Yum. Anywayyyy, as we were saying, about our scars:
My scars, starting from the common to the less ordinary.
I have a C-section scar just below my bikini line. I am amazed at how small the scar is, considering how many babies have come out of there. It's actually two scars, one of top of the other. I’ve given birth twice, once to Ben and then to Adam and Kate.
Neatly along either side of that are two short lines. Laparoscopy scars. ‘Keyhole scars’. They mark the entry point for instruments the doctors used to fix my endometriosis and whatever else he did while he was fishing about in my insides. Actually, as with the c-section scars, they are double scars. I’ve had two laparoscopies. The doctor was kind enough to cut in the same place.
I have scar in my navel. My belly button. Two scars. Marking the entry point for the camera used in the laparoscopies. The scars are hidden by my belly ring. Which is partly why I wear it, even though I am terribly old for a pierced navel.
I have scars on my boobs, from when I had a breast op when I was 21.
I have a raised scar on my left butt cheek. The only one of my scars that have ever keloid. It is from the time I overheated the progesterone in oil injection and burnt my ass from the inside out.
I have a scar under my chin, where I fell and split the skin open when I was two. Pretty similar to the one Adam has too.
I have a scar on my left calf muscle where a dog bit a chunk out of my leg when I was 12 years old.
I have a scar on the top of my inner thigh from the time I snuck through a barbed wire fence and got my skin caught on the barbs.
I have a scar on my forehead from the time I had a car accident. I was 18 years old and had taken my mom’s car for a joy ride while she was away. Someone jumped the red light and crashed into me. I went through the windscreen. The emergency personal left a shard of glass in my head that only came out days later.
I have a faint scar on the right side of my (very large) nose. Probably my most traumatic scar. It happened when I was about 8 or 9 years old and part of Brownies (junior Girl Guides) We used to cook marshmallows in the fire. I was standing next to a girl whose marshmallow caught alight. As it caught alight, she swung it out the fire, straight into my face. The boiling hot, melt liquid from the marshmallow burn the entire right side of my face. Amazingly enough, all I was left with was a tiny scar on my nose. I was really lucky.
Goodness, I didn’t realize I had so many scars. I sound quite scary! Quick, tell me about yours so that I don’t feel so bad!