Scars

So last night I was scrolling through the Explore page of Instag and I came upon this person's page called molly something. After look through, I accidentally clicked "back" twice and I tried to find this person's page to no avail.

But apparently this person used to be so into sports until she sustained injuries that forced her to stop. I didn't manage to read in details but I know that she had a really long scar on the back of her neck and also her arm. In this blog, I found that what she wrote about scars to be so relate-able.

This person mentioned that she used to find her scars really ugly and would try to hide them whenever she could. She also said that with every stare on her scars, she would be reminded that she has them. She never felt belonged until she was understood.

She mentioned some tips on how to ask someone about their scars because the chances are that, every scar had a story behind it. The emphasis is that one must be sincere in asking. The fact that someone could understand that one can't feel belonged until the story has been shared rings a lot with me.

I felt that she was voicing out my feelings. I thought I was the weird one who can't feel belonged until the person knows my story. But I guess it is true for all those that has scars.