The Stories of My Blemishes

I was looking through my notes and saw this which I thought was a cool little thing to write downIt was written on March 25, 2014 at 10:04pm

Do you ever look over yourself and notice all of the scars, scrapes, blemishes, or irregularities on your body? I never did until the other day. I remembered how they got there and recalled stories I'd forgotten about. I started from my feet because I was sitting down. I saw my left leg and the scar from when I slipped in the puddle during the tennis warm up lap this season. Then I saw my knee where the two scars blended. The one on my knee was from eating shit at basketball practice over thanksgiving break my freshman year. I also banged up my elbow on that fall. I looked to my right knee and saw the scar from when I was ten and fell during Amanda's soccer game. That one was narly. I'll never understand why I was the one who fell on the black top at Patterson and why mom was the only parent who didn't turn around, even when all of the little girls playing did. On my right thigh was the scar from when I fell on the bricks lining the road at VCA during Justin's Intensity practice. I was probably going to be in seventh grade and my leg has never fully gotten rid of that indent. It was really bruised for quite a while and indented. My birth mark's always been the same for as long as I can remember. Then I looked at my hands. I have my heart shaped scar that I told a person at the beach about when I was a little girl. That's one of my earliest memories ever. I have the little scars on my right wrist from when Justin use to pinch me as kids. Up past my elbows I have two scars that are almost in the same spot on both arms but the funny thing is that I don't know where either are from. What I couldn't find was the mark from when I bent over the ceramic pampered chef pan with the cinnamon rolls and burnt my arm while taking them out. That hurt a lot and I couldn't get running water on it because of the weird spot it was at. I also tried to see any scratch marks from when mom used to dig her nails into me when she was mad, that was a long time ago but i still remember how it felt. Moving on to the cabeza. Well, I guess I'll start with my tooth. I don't tend to notice my big tooth being chipped anymore or I'm just used to looking at t all of the time. I can't believe I was seven when it happened. That's almost ten years, dang. Well Justin was clearly too young to remember because he always tells the story wrong, but it was over the plastic bench when he was pushing my head down and my neck have out, leading to my tooth breaking. It's a part of me now, like the back of my right ear. I really don't know if anyone ever notices the bulge when standing behind me. Advice for anyone who thinks they can hit a basketball with a baseball bat, don't, you can't. It was spring of eighth grade when I thought I could because Justin had but the bat ended up swinging back up to the side of my head. I dropped like a sack of potatoes. My ear bled for the rest of the night. Come to think about it now, I probably should've gotten stitches. Oh well. Other little scars on my face come from the little booger, Justin, when he used to enjoy clawing at me as a kid. My acne scars kind of tell a story about me, too. I don't know what yet, but they will. I'm especially fond of my freckles on my nose and shoulders. I think they're cute and I like getting them. I like picking the scab or getting scraped up because of the story that comes with it.