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This a little sketch that I scanned from my journal- a self portrait of what I see when I look in the mirror. You may or may not know that I was in a fatal car accident when I was 16 years old. I died twice and my nose, sinuses, cheek bone and right eye socket was crushed. I was left with scar number 1, 4 & five, severe sinus problems, and one eye larger than the other in appearance. Luckily the plastic surgeons did a good job. Although my right cheek bone feels numb at times, and I suffer from headaches frequently. I received scar #2 when my cousin- Kelly pushed me down a flight of stairs. Scar number 3 happened one summer night when I was playing hide and seek catch with the neighborhood kids. One boy, Javier, thought it would be a good idea to drop a spear from the second floor back porch while calling my name. As I looked up the spear hit me just below my right eye. Such a surprise considering I didn't see it coming in the dark. Thank God it missed my eye. I got scar number 6 at the age somewhere around 3 years old when I was leaning against the back of my Uncle Sherman chair and it fell backwards. I can't recall where scar number seven came from.
All of these scars are somewhat faded and may be hard to see unless I point them out. Of course the eyes, I can do nothing about. But the scars that really hurt are the scars on the inside...the ones that no one can see. The ones that I carry around deep inside. Little nicks and cuts that have shaped me and are a part of me. Those are the scars that cannot be seen. They are a part of me...
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