Some of my scars are neat, some are stretch marks and one was very necessary.
Most of us have them in some form or other, wether that be from weight gain or loss, accidents or surgeries, so why not embrace them. You are not defined by them but they are part of the fantastic form that is you.
It’s summer which means hot weather, shorts and vests. However, if you are conscious of scars it can mean having to wear long sleeved tops or unflattering cover-ups. You can end up feeling incredibly hot and awkward as well. So with that in mind, why not embrace your marks and choose not to faint with heat exhaustion!
So many blokes when asked if they have any scars will proudly show you. It’s either “How cool/gross is this!” or “I don’t know how I got through that, it was EXTREME!”
I think that is a great attitude to have, don’t you?
Story of my scars: Over eye scar from head butting a rock from running & skidding on gravel- lucky it was just my brow bone. Scar under nose from ridding a bike like a maniac (without a helmet) whilst going around a corner also on gravel – taught me to stop being so bloody reckless! Scar going from middle back around left side of my front from heart operation that saved my life. Scar just below elbow from aforementioned gravel slide which taught me how to patch myself up and looks pretty cool. I have scars from breast reduction surgery that I’m not as confident about but at age 20 measuring a tiny 32″ around and a massive E cup, my confidence and my back were seriously struggling! So I’m glad those scars are there.
While ploughing through my old diaries for some writing inspiration, I found this entry from when I was 20.
Being “Skinny” Problems
- People see you eating junk food and automatically assume you must have an eating disorder to remain so “skinny”.
- When you go around to peoples houses they insist on feeding you, like you’re freaking malnourished or something.
- You’re under constant peer pressure to eat all the pies. By pies I mean the celebratory treats that inevitably float around open plan offices, which, somehow always end up back on your desk. “What do you mean you don’t want any more, you’re so skinny! Eat another one!” Er, no thanks, I’ve had enough!.
- Clothes shops assume that if you’re a size eight then you must be a hobbit with a really short body and legs.
- People say “You
could should be a model”. Thanks for the compliment but at 5’8″ I’m actually on the short side. Plus I’d have to be beautiful or have those really wide spaced eyes and narrow cheek bones that make you look like an alien.
- You have to punch holes in your belts manually, way before the metal ones. Your belt looks shit before quickly snapping in half.
- You get really cold – ALL of the time.
- When discussing what your bad habits are, be it cigarettes or alcohol etc. some people take a long look at your weight and then imply ‘jokingly’ that you must have a drug habit!
- When you’re out clubbing and your hair has gone frizzy and your makeup has run off, you look like a transvestite who’s got lost on their way to the gay village.
- Shoulder bags, vest straps and even wide neck tops fall off your shoulders – constantly.
I was never unhappy with my size but since then I’ve naturally gained weight and seem to have settled (on average) as a size 12 now. I thought I’d put it out there for anyone who constantly thinks “I wish I was really skinny!” or “I wish I could have curves!” I also think the ‘normal’ bodyshape campaigns that have been all over the media in recent years, featuring ‘real women with curves’ has widely missed the mark. Surely the point is: We should all be accepted without assumption, no matter what our shape or size.