Does everyone see that scar there on my neck?
yes, the one that looks like a bite/burn/hickey. every day of my life, i get asked what it is and how i got. it was a main line, that went in there, and you see continued to my heart, and came out between my (what are now) breasts. (there is a scar between my breasts where it came out also). why did i need a main line from there to my heart and out? when i was born, i was one pound and six ounces. my skin was translucent. i could stretch and fit in the palm of my fathers hand. i was suppose to be mentally challanged, brain dead, a vegtable. the doctors gave my parents many options to pull the plug on everything and let me die. but obviously, they said no. and look at me now, im perfectly fine. i may be only five one, and have a shit ass immune system, but im in enriched classes in school, and my mind works more uniquely then anyone else ive ever met.
i have scars everywhere. my hands, stomach, some on my head, my legs, and my heals, have scars everywhere form them pricking me with razors to take blood. tiny little white slices cover them. on my right arm, all the veins are shot, they are electric blue and never fade. those are from picc lines gone bad every once inna while. my hair line, on my right side reseeds a little, from them sticking monitor chords and ripping them off with no care of the baby hair.
i use to be insecure as shit, about everything i just told you. but ive realized that i am beautiful. im alive for a reason, and a big reason at that. what that reason is, i have no clue, but im here in this moment, alive. and i wont give that up for anything.
*no matter what you have gone through, remember that.
Submitted by nessastooshort