Scarred

SCARRED

No, not in that sense. As in literally.

WARNING. Not for the faint-hearted.

... I'm kidding. XD

It's not that graphic-looking, just a very painful mistake that will serve to remind you to be a little more careful when you use sharp objects. 

It sorta looks like a blister from here, but in reality the skin actually got ripped right off the flesh. So much so when I washed it all I saw was the white flesh beneath...before the blood began to gush.

Thank goodness for the aloe vera. If I hadn't smothered the wound with a mountain of it, my towel would've gotten drenched and I would lose a significant amount of haemoglobin. The blood attempted to squeeze out, so my knee looked kinda gross with this magnified red spot on it.

For the second time too. I ripped the skin off my finger during the class camp just recently trying to climb up a wooden wall. There was no aloe vera, and I had to crawl through mud, kayak and so on. I mean, I loved it immensely, the activities, of course, but who knew getting a bleeding finger would make things almost 10 times harder and less enjoyable? >.< People think its just a tiny thing... heck are they wrong. You may be surprised that the tiniest cuts and bruises hurt the most. In my case, it wasn't a cut.. it was a freaking section of my skin getting ripped off and I was in pain for two days.

.. why am I blogging about getting my skin ripped off? Omg, seriously, Esther, you've gone nuts. It must be the cold you have. Or the lack of sleep. Or the hour. Mad child.

In any case, scars aren't bad. They're awesome indeed. I have more than ten scars on my legs, all beautifully accumulated over the years of rough and tumble. The large ones on the knees came from a horrific bicycle crash(man, was that epic), running and falling, tripping and falling, and a whole bunch of other accidents. While most girls complain about their scars, I'm actually proud of mine. Sure, they don't look pretty, especially if you're all dressed up. Sure, guys don't relish girls with bare legs covered in marks and dark splotches. Sure, they're ways to 'lighten' the skin and get rid of the marks. 

But what for? I love my scars. They're part of who I am, they display my childhood years; without them, how would I remember what I did and all I'd been through? I've heard complains over and over again from classmates who have less scars than I do, and yet fuss over how to get rid of them. I wouldn't bother with mine.

In fact, I just added another one ;). Shucks. I just counted about eleven on both legs, this might be a twelfth. Oh well. Welcome to the family. 

P.S There is also a scar on my finger from when the skin got ripped off. It's healed now, but a mark remains.  It's not noticeable, but I notice it all the time. Hrhrhr.