Scars

Harry Potter had a famous one. It burned and warned him of things. It saved his life, in a way. Dumbledore had a scar on his left knee “which was a perfect map of the London Underground.” So they can be helpful. Represent something.

I have a few minor ones. I have a teeny dark one on MY left knee, from falling into the soft play material at a local park when I was very young. I think a stone possibly dug into me, but I vividly remember crying the whole way home and holding my dress up away from it dramatically the whole time. For weeks after my Mum was convinced there was something in it and tried to attack me with a pin a few times. That’s probably why it’s a scar! It does look like there could be a little stone in there, still, but I doubt it.

I have a little faint, delicate scar between my ring finger (not that I have a ring!)  and my pinkie on my left hand. This was when I was on my bike and my hand got caught and dragged along the underside of the top of a wall while I was holding the handlebars. I don’t think it was that painful but it must have been a delicate bit of skin.

I have one chicken pock mark on my forehead too, I can usually disguise it ok, I think maybe one near my eyebrow as well. I got chicken pox when I was 16 – over my birthday and doing my GCSEs. Nightmare. So, of course, after weirdly doing 3 exams at home under supervision, I pulled off a few of the offending things before returning to school the next week. Eugh.

My cheeks (face!) are faintly scarred from acne as well, but I don’t mind that. It beats horrible spots that I still sometimes suffer.

Of course all of our hearts are a little scarred too. They are all the more unique and beautiful for it. Maybe like little kids we should be proud of our scars. We can learn from them. We have been hurt or burned, we are not going to try that again. We have survived a painful time. We have healed ourselves and got back up again. Some are old and faint, and we can barely remember what caused them. Some scars are new and still forming, they still almost hurt when we touch them with our thoughts.

I found these quotes @iheartquotes on twitter.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. ~Arthur Miller

The difficulties of life are intended to make us better, not bitter ~ Anon.

Hm, so without being cheesy – I am proud of my physical (not that they are very impressive) and metaphorical scars. They got me where I am today and formed my personality to an extent. Maybe my chicken pock mark doesn’t burn when Voldermort is about – but there are Muggle equivalents okay?

(Image a Postsecret via HealthKicker)

I don’t think I have ever compared scars with my friends, even, before…anyone want to share? Or is it a bit like tattoos, you are afraid to ask where they are? 🙂

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Author: Fiona @ lifelyricslemoncake

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3 thoughts on “Scars”

  1. Lovely post! I don’t have very many (physical) scars. I’ve got a small one on the middle finger of my right hand from where it got slammed in the door the night before Charles & Diana’s wedding – six stitches! There’s a very faint, neat line on my calf where a tree branch scratched me when I was about 10 or 11. It wasn’t a deep cut or anything so I’ve no idea why it scarred. My main one is my c-section scar, although it’s much smaller and neater than I expected. Oh and I’ve just realised I’ve got three new scars from my operation last year. Haven’t even really looked at them (tend not to look at my bare tummy in a mirror).

    But I agree with you – they’re all just signs of having lived, I think. As are the emotional scars 😦

  2. How funny, I was thinking of writing a similar post, but about my grey hairs. I think they’re symbols of the life I’ve lived as well as my scars.

    I have three scars on my stomach from an operation to remove by gall bladder. Two are almost unnoticeable, but one is quite ugly looking. I have a scar on my right thigh from when my dog accidentally scratched me as he was trying to run away from something and I was holding him. I have faint scars from self-harming as a teenager and my knees have got lots of scars from being hugely clumsy my entire life.

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