Day #18 A Picture Of My Biggest Insecurity

One of my biggest insecurities is my scar. Most people don't notice it now, but that hasn't always been the case. When I first got my scar, I looked like this:

I was called Frankenstein, crash test dummy, scar face, and multiple other cruel names. I hated going out into public looking like this, not only would kids point at me and gawk, but so would adults. See that purple spot on my forehead that looks like a bruise? Yeah, its not a bruise, that's what dead skin tissue looks like. See the bruises going across my nose and underneath my eyes? That was from my glasses, had I not been wearing them the chain link fence post I hit would have poked them out. The impact of me hitting the chain link fence post head on was poweful enough to scalp me, (i had 27 stitches) and it also killed the nerves in my forehead. (Not having nerves there anymore can be bad sometimes, my poor scar suffered a 2nd degree burn from my curling iron and I had no idea the curling iron was burning me). This picture is now almost 11 years old.
My scar now looks like this...

It took 3 surgeries by a plastic surgeon to get it where it is now. It's about half the size of what it used to be. The only time people ever notice my scar now is when I wear my bangs back in a pompadour. (I hate doing my hair like that since my scar created a pretty crooked hairline). My scar and I have come a long way. The plastic surgeons original plan was to make my scar into a really small barely noticeable line. (this is done by cutting out the scar and then stitching the skin back together, pretty much a small face lift) but I decided to keep my scar how it is now, he made it small enough for me to be able to cover it up with my hair and that's good enough for me. My scar is my daily reminder that I need to be grateful to be alive since my life could have easily been taken from me the day I got the scar.