Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
tho its a really funny story. Well, I think its funny.
This one time in Philadelphia I tripped over a broken street sign and got a 4 inch gash on my leg.
A kid tripped me in fourth grade. Like, the stick out your leg in front of a running person HA HA type of tripped. It was on the way home from school, and I was too damned embarrassed that someone had done that to me, so I never told anyone (at the time) what happened.
Fucker.
Anyway. Point being, I still have an ugly scar on my left wrist from that incident.
I don’t have many scars because I grew up cautious and timid and because princess. I do have one though! This one time, I had to remove an entire human being from my body via my ladyparts and scissors were involved.
You need special permission to see the scar. No pictures.
