Scars remind us that the past is real.

Well, as you may or may not remember, a while back I was really nervous about what would happen to my scar, as you can see here. I was worried that it wouldn't look the same and the fact that I was really nervous about it not looking properly healed, as blood and everything makes me really squeamish. Basically, it was due to change and I didn't like that. 

I've been really lucky and although I didn't really like the look of it at first, I got used to it pretty quickly and it's now almost totally healed. This photo was taken last night, which is 24 days after the op and shows nearly the full length of it. All the scabs have gone and it's all just new pink skin underneath, the only bits that are taking everso slightly longer are the very top and very bottom, but only a few millimetres at each end.

I'm so pleased with it, it's extremely neat and healing just like it should. I'm just hoping that nothing goes wrong with it now and it will be as it should be. I'm very grateful to my surgical team for doing such a fantastic job

I'm very very proud of all my scars, they define who I am and show my journey, but the one down my middle is my absolute pride and joy, it's the only one that is ever really on show by any of my clothes, any form of low-ish neck top or dress will show the top of it and it shows who I am. People asked me if I was going to cover it up until it was fully healed, so that other people couldn't see it. I was actually quite offended by that. Of course I wasn't going to, it's me and people have to deal with that, regardless if it wasn't fully healed. There are many things about my body that I am self-conscious about but my scar is definitely not one of them. I have serious scar pride and defend it fiercely. 

9 days after the op I went to town in a sleeveless, fairly low top and showed it off and I was full of pride, it showed what had happened and what I had just come through. 

I will always adore my scar and every time I look down I see it, without fail and it always reminds me of my time at Glenfield and the fact I made it though. 

Every now and then I will post more photos of it, to see how it changes over time and to see how long it takes to get back to how it looked before the op, to the scar that I so didn't want to part with before the op happened. 

I <3 my scar.