Back in 1993, when I was 18 months old, I accidentally tipped over some hot tea that has left me with some rather noticeable scars.
I was scarred on both the forearm and upper arm on my left arm. I was also left with a decently sized scar on my chest (just above my breasts). And finally, a scar along my neck.
I have always gotten looks and questions about them. I was afraid to wear anything that showed those parts of my body, until about midway in high school. I was just always afraid that boys wouldn't like me if they saw them. They always liked the non scarred girls. And to this day, although they make me who I am, I wish that there was some way to get rid of them.
That is the story of my scars.