December 8th, 2007

Scars

A woman I dated years ago had a scar down the middle of her chest from an emergency heart operation she had the first few days of her life.  It measured several inches tall with the upper portion exposed when she wore a low cut blouse.  While she joked that the scar helped to emphasize her cleavage, she occasionally seemed self-conscience about it.  I thought the scar was beautiful.  It was a visible reminder of her past and the triumph over pain.  Imperfections are perfect in that way. 

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