To me, scars tell the life’s story. I have a lot of scars. My emotional scars aren't that evident – I've tried to do the introspective work to deal with them so they fit into a small carry-on. These thoughts don’t run my life nor do they surface often – unless I deal with folks lacking in honesty or integrity.
I digress.
My physical scars have always been a non-issue for me, even when I was a card-carrying nudist. That was a few years back before I acknowledged how bad the sun was for me. My nudist days were also coincidentally before I received that scar resulting from cutting out a nasty little sun spot gone awry. A basal cell carcinoma is thankfully easily treatable, but brought the seriousness of the damages of tanning home.
I measured tonight and tallied up 69 inches worth of scars. My favorite number!
Besides being one of my favorite numbers, I wonder if it's impressive or scary to have scars of that magnitude?
