Scar

A Teenage Tale of Self-Worth

A.B. - Mindful Words To Inspire
4 min readJul 12, 2020
Photo by JC Gellidon on Unsplash

Ellie pulled on her knit black sweater in a rush, stretching it as long as she could down her arms. Her mom would always complain about that bad habit. “Ellie, what are you doing? You’ll ruin your sweater!”

Whatever, she would say, inside her head. She wouldn’t dare to talk back to her mom. That would entail at least two days with no internet access or smartphone.

But Ellie had to stretch her sweater that day — her first day at Clover Hill High. If she didn’t do it, the kids would definitely notice that big, nasty scar on her left hand. It was almost as big as her whole freaking hand.

Ellie’s scar started on her wrist, and it crept all the way to her knuckles. It was raised, a bit shiny, and thick. Her skin tone was definitely darker there, making it more noticeable than most scars. Kids had laughed at her in middle school, and her scar had always been a reason for jokes and nicknames. And it was just a matter of time until they found out about her secret in her new school too.

One can change cities and lives, but scars will always follow you.

On her first day at the new school, Ellie had wanted to wear gloves, but it didn’t make sense to do that on a 70-degree day in September. Her mom gave her the “talk.” Again. She would always tell Ellie about how proud…

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A.B. - Mindful Words To Inspire

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