This is me.

Here is a story. 

For all of you questioning.

For all of you now intrigued.

My Story:

I lived in Utah until I was 5. Life was great there, but then again, I was a child, I was oblivious to all going around me. We moved to Colorado and have lived here ever since.

2 days after the move was my day. My day where things changed for me. I know what you are thinking, 'You were 5...how did things change?'. Here it comes.

We were still unpacking our thousands of boxes. We were still learning where everything was located. We were still adjusting. But as my parents took the time out of their days to help my brother Steve with homework and prepare a meal for us all to enjoy... They heard a crash. 

Jeff and I decided to play tag, decided being a loose term. I was chasing my brother. We were dodging boxes. But in our piano room was a tree with a ceramic pot. As I jumped over the box...I slid face forward into the ceramic pot. Tearing my skin across, cutting into my nose. As a child, I was oblivious. I just thought a pretty lady bug was on my face. But as I saw my mom's worried face, I started to question my lady bug thought. We rushed to the hospital. The journey unknown to any of us.

That was the last thing I can remember. Until the next day. 

I awoke with 108 and stitches in the shape of a Nike symbol across my cheek. 

Yes, from that day forward I was told I would forever have this scar.

So here is my story.

I have lived my life with this scar, but I have gotten used to it.

I guess what I don't realize that some people are just meeting me, and some are just realizing it...

I guess you could say it was a million little lessons I learned early.

That things in life will never be perfect. Things can change in a heartbeat. I can try and hide my past, but the scars will always be there for me to remember. Don't judge someone based off their past and the scars that were left with them.

This is me. A girl with imperfections.