Brenda Ramos2 said:Honestly, I just don't feel right going out when I know people are staring at my scar. To be fair, I grew up by the coast, so being near the water was always just part of life—I’m not "addicted" to it or anything. But lately, I actually find skipping a swim more comfortable than having to deal with everyone's eyes on my scar.
And I’m struggling with the same thing ruggedscout91 mentioned; it’s this constant, nagging reminder of everything that went down, and frankly, I can't even stand looking at it myself.
That's my girl, Brenda Ramos2. As if we are somehow less worthy because we hide it. I live by the coast too. I don't know what you went through, but I can tell you haven't truly made peace with the whole ordeal either. Just when we start to relax and think about something else, the scar returns to remind us.
I had to pull together every ounce of my dignity and learn how to live life afterward, especially since I had no idea what my surgery actually entailed at the start (fibroids, uterine issues, intestinal stuff, etc.). Physically, I am fully recovered. Mentally? I am completely dissatisfied with things that didn't bother me nearly as much before.
Let's try both approaches. For once, let's stop obsessing over what people will think when they see the scar. Let's accept it as a legitimate part of our bodies. And as for those who stare? They can go worry about their own flaws—their stomachs, their veins, their weight. What do you think?😂