Scar Talk

I’m not ashamed of my scars. Is that okay? When I get offered silicone gel or other remedies to lighten scars, I’ve just never really been interested in trying them. My scars don’t bother me.

There’s the fact that I’ve gotten used to them and they’re just part of me now, but there’s more to it than that. When I look at my scars I am reminded of what I’ve survived. I’m reminded that my body has been through things that I still can’t wrap my head around, and left me in awe of the resilience of the human body. 

Whether it’s my zipper scar, my port scars, my scars from picc lines, from muscle biopsies, from laparoscopies, from chest tubes… I AM beat up. My body is not brand new and shiny. But I’m not ashamed of that. I will never look like a photoshopped model. But I know I have heart. And maybe I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, maybe I wear it on my scars. 

To anyone else with scars, don’t be ashamed. They are proof of a fight that you won. 🥊🫶