Scars Give You Memories

I believe in scars. I believe in the creation of the scars along every contour of ones body.

I believe in how people can manipulate the way a scar may turn out upon one’s skin. The way a scar leaves an everlasting impression upon your skin so that when you look down upon it your brain spurts out a memory of how you have acquired one of these permanent works of art.

I believe in showing off your many scars. No matter how brutal ones scar may look, I believe in showing the world and telling your story. I believe that scars are like a storybook for ones brain. Scars are many different shapes and sizes. The longer the scar the longer your story may be for ones memories.

I believe in the way people scar. It shows that long lasting struggle your body was put through to help your body heal, but it left the mental struggle so that when you look at it, you may recall the suppressed memory of how you defeated the many bacteria and had survived a long lasting battle. Many people look down upon their scars and quickly find a possible way of erasing them from their skin, but this skin product not only erases the scar tissue that had formed there. It also erased the suppressed memory of how you had acquired the painstaking scar.

I believe in scars as being the great suppressor of souls to humans and animals alike. Scars not only help support our skin so that we may move about our normal routines, but it also encourages us to become stronger souls in this filthy world. When one looks at their scars, they recall-possibly-a hardship that not only angers them, but helps them become stronger souls from the suppressed memories.

I believe in the many memories that a scar is drenched with. Many good and happy memories come out through the pores of ones scars. If you were to look at one scar and say “Yeah my dog did that to me when I was little.” It gives you an emotional story that makes you rearrange your thoughts and recall all the adventurous times you probably had with your dog. But, if your scar suppresses a saddened memory-like a c-section scar-that maybe your child may not have survived, remember all the happiness you had with your husband in trying to find new furniture, or come to the difficult conclusion of deciding the name of your newborn.

I believe that through every scar, a weak point is brought into the light. Whenever I look at one of my own scars I always smile because I get a flashback of how I had received the ever-lasting white mark upon my left arm. My scars tell me that I am a strong person that no matter what, I can deal with the physical infliction of pain. Every single day.

So, what kind of story do your scars tell?