byrd

so when i was 19, i had a bit of a tumble....in a car....down a hill...4 times. and i\'m fine these days. all parts present and accounted for. the only remaining evidence of my lesson in uninvinceable-ness runs down my face in three purplish strokes. one across my left eyebrow to the outer corner of the eye, and two that run almost paralell and curve over my cheek. i like them. truly. even when i was gazing at my freshly laid scar out of my one good eye, cause the other one was stitched shut. i liked it. it is a life experience etched into my body, and a reminder that i am blessed to have my fully functioning body.
but anyway, you\'d be amazed how strangely i\'ve been treated over my refusal to have plastic surgery. that MY comfortability with MY appearence should be treated as an abnormal response.

and then, if i had a nickle for every time i\'ve been told my mascara is running....no seriously. but hey, i guess if is was really running, i\'d want someone to say something.

not tired of the scar, but sick of the random commentary,
byrd