15 + 3 points
The Callouses on Your Hands by Narg Talia
April 29th, 2010 2:25 PM
The scars people have might be a road map of how they live their life. I have many scars, at points more than I could count on both hands. The earliest scars I have are on my face. I have one on the bridge of my nose and a group around my mouth. I got these scars through sheer recklessness and as I have grown up I still live my life with a reckless abandon in action and in passion.
The Bridge of my Nose:
I have had a horizontal line across the bridge of my nose for as long as I can remember. It's become one of the more prominent things I notice in my face when I look in the mirror. I don't remember actually getting it at all, but my mother does. As a toddler I used to run around as toddlers do. We had a kitchen table that had very pointy edges on them. In my passion of life, I ran about without much thought for my own safety and at full speed ran into the corner of this table. I had two black eyes and a huge gash in the middle of my face. In the hospital my parents were accused of beating me so my mother threw a fit...of course. My mom also threw the whole table out of your house in a fit of rage and ever since then my parents only have kitchen tables with rounded edges. It's very faded now but I'm pretty fond of that scar.
My Lips:
I have multiple scars around my lips. I was very daring kid and I always wanted to compete with my old boy cousins. I had a scooter as opposed to a bike for a long time. It was an amazing piece of machinery, all white and pink with big meaty white tires. I would scooter everywhere all the time. I was playing with my cousins in my grandmother's gravel driveway. I was letting my cousin Danny ride my scooter and he could do it without any hands so I wanted to be able to scooter without hands. So I got on and started to go and as soon as I took off my hands off the bars I hit the gravel. When I got up blood was pouring off my face and out my nose. My teeth had gone through my lips, my nose got smashed and the skin on the outside of my nose was scraped up. I was inconsolable. My mom had my head back in our kitchen trying to stop the bleeding saying that all the congestion in my nose was at least going to come out so I could breathe better. I didn't go to the hospital or anything so everything had to heal kind of naturally. The day after that was a school trip to the zoo though, so all the pictures the teachers took have my face all scrapped up. Now I just have little nicks
in the edges of my lips that only I seem to notice.
The Bridge of my Nose:
I have had a horizontal line across the bridge of my nose for as long as I can remember. It's become one of the more prominent things I notice in my face when I look in the mirror. I don't remember actually getting it at all, but my mother does. As a toddler I used to run around as toddlers do. We had a kitchen table that had very pointy edges on them. In my passion of life, I ran about without much thought for my own safety and at full speed ran into the corner of this table. I had two black eyes and a huge gash in the middle of my face. In the hospital my parents were accused of beating me so my mother threw a fit...of course. My mom also threw the whole table out of your house in a fit of rage and ever since then my parents only have kitchen tables with rounded edges. It's very faded now but I'm pretty fond of that scar.
My Lips:
I have multiple scars around my lips. I was very daring kid and I always wanted to compete with my old boy cousins. I had a scooter as opposed to a bike for a long time. It was an amazing piece of machinery, all white and pink with big meaty white tires. I would scooter everywhere all the time. I was playing with my cousins in my grandmother's gravel driveway. I was letting my cousin Danny ride my scooter and he could do it without any hands so I wanted to be able to scooter without hands. So I got on and started to go and as soon as I took off my hands off the bars I hit the gravel. When I got up blood was pouring off my face and out my nose. My teeth had gone through my lips, my nose got smashed and the skin on the outside of my nose was scraped up. I was inconsolable. My mom had my head back in our kitchen trying to stop the bleeding saying that all the congestion in my nose was at least going to come out so I could breathe better. I didn't go to the hospital or anything so everything had to heal kind of naturally. The day after that was a school trip to the zoo though, so all the pictures the teachers took have my face all scrapped up. Now I just have little nicks
in the edges of my lips that only I seem to notice.
Bridge of Nose Scar
you can hardly see it, but there's a little gash on the bridge of my nose
Picture the Day after Face Plant
A few blurry picture of a picture from the zoo trip the day after I fell off my scooter. You can see the slightest red mark under my nose from where my teeth went through.
