Stories Behind Your Scars

I have a short scar on my right cheek that I've had since birth. I was born by caesarean and I had the misfortune of being born on the evening of the doctor's birthday. He had been celebrating before my delivery and when he cut mum open, he cut my cheek open too.

Apart from my injuries, when he closed mum up, he fouled up the procedure, which resulted in the almost total collapse of her circulatory system. She lost a massive amount of weight and nearly all her hair. She nearly died and almost six weeks later, she was still too weak to pick me up.

She was left with scars all over her body from where they tried to open up a vein to insert an intravenous feed and a massive scar down the front of her stomach. By comparison, I got off light.

Scar on my right arm by my elbow from falling off my bike as a kid. I wasn't paying attention because I was too busy talking to my friend as I was riding my bike. There was a branch in the street from a storm that we had earlier. The branch flipped me off my bike.


Scar right above the center of my top lip. Again I wasn't paying attention and was talking to my mom as I was just leaving the room. I was walking backwards out of the room as I was talking to her and when I turned around, I walked straight into the kitchen wall. This happened when I was a child.


Scar on the back of my right ankle. Jumped a fence when I was about 12 and a sharp part on the fence jabbed me. I initially thought it was just a scratch. Looked again and realized it was bleeding pretty badly. It was a pretty deep cut. Thought I was going to need stitches for it.


Scar on the left side of my neck (goes half way around my neck). I was born with a huge cyst about the size of a grapefruit that had to be removed before I was able to leave the hospital. I don't have much feeling if any feeling at all in that entire area.

Scar on the top of my left hand. Burned it taking something out of the oven when I was about 7 years old.

Got a scar on my lower back about 10 years ago. I remember being sick with the flu and had the chills. I fell asleep on a heating pad. I got a blister from it and it soon turned into a scar.

It was a small country town nearly 51 years ago, so I believe he simply left under a bit of a cloud.

Under the circumstances, it couldn't really be hushed up, because at the time both of my parents were enrolled nurses who worked at that hospital.

However, I think my father punched him in the face for his gross incompetence.

I have a scar on my right hand from when I was 12 years old trying to carry a 19" CRT TV from the patio into my bedroom. I hit the sharp edge of something (don't quite remember) and cut it pretty deep. All I did was put some antibiotic ointment on it along with a band-aid. To this day it's still there.

I had surgery for an inguinal hernia at the age of 17. That might have been a result of carrying the TV several years prior.

Both of my elbows and knees have scars from when I fell jogging at 19 years old. First time I hit the pavement, second was in the grass. Again, just rubbing alcohol and some ointment. They're the most visible scars on my body.

Only other one is a tiny scrape that didn't heal properly while bicycling at 21. I went down face first. Luckily the fall didn't do much damage and the scar is only visible underneath a strobe light.

mom said many things
dont go on the swing was one
I went anyway.

I fell off the swing
broken bones, open fracture
motherfucking hell

now I have a scar
from where the bone pierced my skin
listen to your moms

I have a ( shaped scar on the base of my left thumb; Dad had given me a woodcarving set, and warned me to NEVER carve towards myself. But I had used my left hand to hold down the end of the wood I was carving, and the curved blade, in my right hand, went directly into my left hand. Lots of blood. Dad said I had to be coached by him on safe use of chisels.

So, we were sitting on the floor, practicing safe chisel usage, when Dad laid the chisel down, reached across me to pick up something else, rolled back to his original position, and, because the chisel had rolled, he sat on it. It made a nice crescent cut into the back of his thigh, and of course I had to point out that sitting on chisels isn't really very safe.

Dad never used bad language, but I'd bet, inside his head, he was thinking a lot of bad language.

Many years later, I was diagnosed with cancer, and have the resulting scars from all those surgeries, but 30 years later, I'm still alive, so those scars are battle scars, and not visible because of my clothing.