Show Me Your Scars

I don't.

Knee surgery when I was 12 left me with this:

I have a matching pair. See?

I ran into the edge of a table when I was about two, so I have this scar right above my lip:

If I can get my camera working right, I'll post here later...

My one on my hand where I punched through the glass door is about completely faded away.

What a thread. Be right back.

They cut my belly open and my belly button in half:

My hands are nasty:

Dumbdumbdumband13:

Six, why did they cut open your belly?

My appendix exploded the morning of my 20th birthday! I spent all day under anesthesia and when I woke up in the operating room they sang me Happy Birthday then put me back out.

Oh fuck! That's awful, but it makes for a great scar and a great story.

Actually it's a shitty scar and a dumb story but fuck yes

Mine won't show up on camera, either. But I have a scar across the left side of the top of my left hand with a story that nobody would bother to read. (I have other scars, just not any with as interesting a story beyond, "I thought I'd make it.")

OMG, I am so interested in your story now. Intrigued, even.

Oh, and a couple of cigarette burns. Yes, Fight Club made me do fun things when I was young and drunk.

Tell me more!

PLEASE GO ON

I don't really think I have any scars... Lame! If I find one, I will return.

i have emotional scars.

if you ask for a picture of it, you're a fucking sadist!

*runs away*

damien your avatar i adorable and everything you post alongside makes me melt

it's too cute i want to pinch it!

this.

I have a scar on elbow. one of those raised skin bumpy ones, from falling off my bike two days before I moved. Chain came off and locked up the wheel, then I did the about-to-fall wobble. Then I went over the bars.

Small one on my palm at the very base, where it meets the wrist almost. Don't know from what.

One just under my lip from hitting it on a windowsill when I was little, I think.

I've got three little ones on my chest from where my cats claws got stuck in me, when I was about 8.
Another one I've got is across the top of my right arm from someone scratching me during netball (I went to a girls school.. It was feisty!).
The other one I've got is on my left leg from when I fell down the stairs and cut my leg on the stair-grip.

I guess I have a fucked up jaw or something? I can't take pictures of it for obvious reasons, but when I was a kid I used to bite the inside of my cheek (on accident) so hard that it would split my cheek apart. I have two scars on either side of the inside of my cheeks. Just two straight lines. Once I hit puberty the biting stopped, but I remember my mouth used to swell up. It was pretty awful.

I've got worse (better?) scars, and better stories, but I'm lazy tonight, so you get

this:

became this:

this:

became this:

and there's this one, but I'm not going to take an after photo:

What in the world happened? The first one reminds me of the night you got in the bar fight, right after I came here, but the other two? They look more serious than a bar fight.

Yeah, the first was from the bar "fight" (dunno if it qualifies, really). The second is from jumping into a dog fight with a couple of pitbulls, and the third is right after having surgery on my big toe, I got shitfaced and dropped a 32 oz. beer bottle through my foot. The scar spans all three of the middle toes, in a cool arcing motion.

You think THAT's badass? Check this shit out:

Hardcore.

Why would you jump in a pitbull fight?

I was bored, mostly.

Now it's hardcore. Homeboy took a slice right to the snout.

Trippy drippy

The avatar looks like a baby Patton Oswalt.

We determined this in Balloon Boy Thread.

I had my hip replaced in July.
The other one is going to be replaced on Tuesday actually.
The scar is nine inches long!

I think I win this one...

http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=time+condon&init=quick#/photo.php?pid=...

what are you, Natalie, 83? Two hip replacements, really?

alright, here goes:

That is my left-hand pinkie. i once had a little love heart tattooed on it. i got it from a bikie when i was 18 and cut it out with a razor blade when i was about 20. you can still kind of see some ink. looks a bit more gnarly in real life.

this is just another set of i'm-so-self-destructive scars. on my belly. razor blade again.

this is a "J" that was carved into my back by...

too scared to carve that one out though. also, ear lobe scars from old plugs, about an inch wide.

multiple other minor scars up and down limbs. shit went whack for a while there.

Some of you might have read this already. I don't have a picture of it, but I have this scar from when I was a baby. It's not as apparent as it used to be, but you can still see a line slicing down most of the left side of my chest. The scar is slightly lighter in color than the rest of my skin. If anything, the scar matches the color of my nipples; a Nadeshiko pink. During the summer its more noticeable when I get a tan. They say the surgery was the first of its kind. Especially to be performed on a baby merely a few days old. The surgery is no longer practiced as there have been alternatives to treat the defect.

What they told my mother was that I was born with a heart that was too large for my chest cavity. According to doctors, it wasn't a threat to my health as long as it was given enough room to properly grow and function and that in time it would end up to be a regular sized heart. The first problem they faced was that they didn't know how to make the neccessary room and how risky the procedure was to be considering how small I was. They decided sufficient room would be made by removing the first rib on the left side of my chest. If they removed the third or fourth rib, my heart would be subject too risk from a possible blow to the area.

After figuring that all out the only problem left was finding tools small enough to fit in and around the incision they would make in order to remove my rib. They found a company that made smaller sized surgical instruments that were intended for pets and other small animals that required a bone or a limb to be removed. They put in an order and had the tools within three days.

The surgery lasted a few hours and ultimately it was a success. The rib was cut from the sternum to the first thoracic. They said that there would be no real lasting effects, none hazardous to my health, anyway. I have only found that there are two lasting effects of this procedure. The first was how prominent the scar was for most of my childhood. As stated, it is not as apparent as it used to be, but it is stll visible. The second lasting affect due to this once large heart of mine is that although it has stopped growing, I just can't help but love you so much.

Burn it off.

a Nadeshiko pink.

How do you even know what that is? whatta fag.

Because I looked up different shades of pink for this specifically.

hit by a car at 14, they had to rebuild my lip

tried and failed

inb4 down the road

It's one thing to hear about it, and another entirely to see a legitimate scar. It doesn't help that I'm listening to a sad song.

What I feel is so beautiful about scars is that it's the physical manifestation of what we all feel inside. We all have pain. We feel it deep inside, but through scars is when we know that others do as well. I'm not glad that anyone went through pain, but I'm glad that I can empathize. You're all beautiful to me. Every goddamn one of you.

Less poetry, more pictures of all ya'll being split open.

Go go go!