I’ve written often about the car accident that left me with the gnarly scar and a missing part of my eyebrow that I don’t want to repeat every detail in this post.
I like your scar. I have a small one myself, just below my right eyebrow. It makes me look like I’m scowling even though I’m not. Because of that, I have to make an extra effort to smile more. For that reason it’s a blessing after all.
I’ve always liked your scar. It has so much character. I have one too right in the middle of my forehead between my eyebrows. I was awarded it as a child riding in a truck with my dad checking fencelines on the farm, when I bounced right off of the bench seat and on to the floor. Face first into a Coke can pop top, which implanted into my skin. My mom pulled it out. Blood ran, and when it was wiped away it revealed two lines where the metal pierced my young flesh. It’s faded over the years, or has made itself home among the other signs of years on my face. Sadly I barely notice it anymore.
Amber, thank you so much for sharing. I really like your last line, "Sadly I barely notice it anymore." I think I'm finally there; where it feels like a part of me that I don't even notice.
I like your scar. I have a small one myself, just below my right eyebrow. It makes me look like I’m scowling even though I’m not. Because of that, I have to make an extra effort to smile more. For that reason it’s a blessing after all.
As an artist, I love the physical scars people have. To me, there is so much beauty in that.
I loved the openness of this post.
I’ve always liked your scar. It has so much character. I have one too right in the middle of my forehead between my eyebrows. I was awarded it as a child riding in a truck with my dad checking fencelines on the farm, when I bounced right off of the bench seat and on to the floor. Face first into a Coke can pop top, which implanted into my skin. My mom pulled it out. Blood ran, and when it was wiped away it revealed two lines where the metal pierced my young flesh. It’s faded over the years, or has made itself home among the other signs of years on my face. Sadly I barely notice it anymore.
Amber, thank you so much for sharing. I really like your last line, "Sadly I barely notice it anymore." I think I'm finally there; where it feels like a part of me that I don't even notice.