HNT #4
There is something very sexy to me about scars. They tell a story, they are like tree-rings on the outside of our bodies.
Now I’m not talking nasty facial cavity scars or anything here…. Don’t mistake me on that!
I’m talking an interesting surgery scar, or like the one I have on my chin/face that involves lightening (It’s my most hated feature about myself but it’s a story!) A few weekends back I had a nasty wipeout down the subway stairs, which involved me tumbling down like nobodies business. A nice guy finally caught me about 5 steps from the bottom with my dress completely over my head. (And he didn’t even have to buy me a drink)
I wonder if I’ll get a scar with a story?

SIDEBAR: If you know me, I know that you all claim you can’t see the huge scar on my face, so don’t bother putting it as a comment. I see it everyday, and that’s what matters!









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