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dixie · 07-10-2010, 03:08 PM

My entire body is a monument to battle scars...lol

My fav... nice size scar over my left eye...went to battle with the sharp corner of a coffee table when I was a toddler...yes, the table won...

back of my hand....top rack of a hot oven when I was 12

knuckle of ring ringer...broke a glass while washing dish the same day as the hot oven

SAME damn finger...a lovely round scar from falling into a semi-catatonic state while holding a marlboro

palm of right hand...stuck it to a hot stovetop when I was 7 (i think i was a kind of ignorant child...)

pointer-finger... "blood sisters for life" ritual of bffs in 3rd grade...lol

both knees...didn't listen well to the paramedic who was teaching our 4th grade class CPR/first-aid, when he said "Don't run on the pavement to the building" (yeah, once again...ignorant child...lol)

toe...dropped a razor in the shower *snicker*

ear...I had the top of my ear pierced when my son was 1...he got the sleeve of his fuzzy flannel pjs stuck to the stud of the 2 day old piercing, and yanked before I could stop him...I re-pierced it thru the scar...

entire body... I, too, had trouble not scratching at the chicken pox i finally got, on my 16th BIRTHDAY, no less...ugh...

A few that were inflicted by the abuse of others....

Numerous, uncountable other scars that were self-inflicted with fingernails and sharp objects to match the inner scars made by those "demons" that tend to haunt me...pretty self-explanatory on that one...

07-10-2010, 03:08 PM	#31
dixie Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: I usually just poke it with a stick. Preferred Pronoun?: Bitch Relationship Status: Intertwined deeply Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: We're all a little mad here. Posts: 6,627 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 10,972 Thanked 21,383 Times in 4,808 Posts Rep Power: 21474858	My entire body is a monument to battle scars...lol My fav... nice size scar over my left eye...went to battle with the sharp corner of a coffee table when I was a toddler...yes, the table won... back of my hand....top rack of a hot oven when I was 12 knuckle of ring ringer...broke a glass while washing dish the same day as the hot oven SAME damn finger...a lovely round scar from falling into a semi-catatonic state while holding a marlboro palm of right hand...stuck it to a hot stovetop when I was 7 (i think i was a kind of ignorant child...) pointer-finger... "blood sisters for life" ritual of bffs in 3rd grade...lol both knees...didn't listen well to the paramedic who was teaching our 4th grade class CPR/first-aid, when he said "Don't run on the pavement to the building" (yeah, once again...ignorant child...lol) toe...dropped a razor in the shower snicker ear...I had the top of my ear pierced when my son was 1...he got the sleeve of his fuzzy flannel pjs stuck to the stud of the 2 day old piercing, and yanked before I could stop him...I re-pierced it thru the scar... entire body... I, too, had trouble not scratching at the chicken pox i finally got, on my 16th BIRTHDAY, no less...ugh... A few that were inflicted by the abuse of others.... Numerous, uncountable other scars that were self-inflicted with fingernails and sharp objects to match the inner scars made by those "demons" that tend to haunt me...pretty self-explanatory on that one...