10 years ago I was hurt pretty badly. What does a disfigured 13 year old think? Will I look like this forever? Will it get better? I specifically remember thinking about who would love me now that I was scarred. But people have been kind over the years. I learned to appreciate myself not just in how I looked, but to try to be a pretty person by actions and interactions.
I remember at one point discussing with someone how to cover my burn on my wedding day. How I could "totally wear gloves and no one would see it."
But to be honest I love my scar. It reminds me to be a nice girl. It reminds me that bad days can always be worse. It reminds me to count my blessings. It looks like a heart to me. A little lopsided It changes sometimes, changes colors, textures, bruises. Its like my thermometer, its gets purple when I'm hot or cold. And Brian calls it my piece of cheese, because it looks like plastic cheese to him. So thats pretty much my story.
10 days until I get married to someone who likes cheese. :)
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