I was a part in a conversation that made me think about my scars. I have a few. There are the ones from my cats scratching me, from falling down and the one from the bamboo that gouged my leg. I have to say that my most amazing scar is my c-section scar. Think about it... none of my other scars MEAN anything. The others are proof that I was a clumsy child but nothing more. My c-section scar? It is proof that I gave someone LIFE. Proof that my body nourished another life. At first, I was ashamed of my scar. I was horrified by it. It was a constant reminder that nothing I did was enough. It used to be painful to look at it. After almost two years, I have finally realized how beautiful it is. It is a part of me now. It's a daily reminder to me that my son existed. He was real and everything we went through was real. My son could not have had a chance to survive without this scar. Sometimes it still makes me sad to see it but then I remember how beautiful it is. <3