The Scar
I have a giant scar on my right wrist.
You haven't noticed?
Well you must be the only person in the world. Everyone stares at the damn scar. Then they ask me how I got it. Then they ask if it hurts.
Scars don't hurt.
In general I like my scar. It looks like a little red tree branch on my wrist.
Apparently it completely robs me of not only my femininity, but also what beauty I have. According to others at least.
Well fuck off. Everyone has scars.
You haven't noticed?
Well you must be the only person in the world. Everyone stares at the damn scar. Then they ask me how I got it. Then they ask if it hurts.
Scars don't hurt.
In general I like my scar. It looks like a little red tree branch on my wrist.
Apparently it completely robs me of not only my femininity, but also what beauty I have. According to others at least.
Well fuck off. Everyone has scars.