This is You Life

When I was little I used to play a lot of pretend. One of my favorite pretend games that I would get lost into was: I would pretend that I was an alien on a mission to this planet to learn about humans. I could talk to my planet through this telephone located on the scar on my right wrist. I would play this for hours, watching people and being lost in my own mind. I was comforted by the thought that I was an alien and had this alien family waiting for me back home.

The infamous scar!

When I was about 6 years old I was being "baby-sat" by some woman that my father was dating. I cried about being starving so she made me some pasta but because she was an alcoholic drug user or more likely both; her sink was beyond dirty as was her house. And as any responsible adult would do she asked me to hold the colander while she poured the hot water in to drain the pasta. The steam bothered her and the pot slipped out of her hands landing all over my hands, arms and splattered on my face. Then she freaked out and put my arms under the water, which did nothing but intensify the burn process. Hours later when my grandma came to pick me up she saw my wrists, which were burned....welted...and raw. You could se my insides from my outside! My grandma took me to the ER where I had to stay the night and have semi skin graph.

The skin on the under part of my wrist is thin and you can see and feel every vein. The sides and the top are speckled and the speckled part is this perfect band across my wrist.

As I have gotten older it is harder to tell it is there, which makes me sad cause I love that piece of me. I find it beautiful and reminds me of my childhood perfectly. Fragile-Damaged-Special-Unique. Everything that I am.