Exit WoundsA Story by Kathryn SmithLose your clothes and show your scars: It's who you are They mark a battle I have a lot of scars and stitches on my body. When I was born I had a blood transfusion. There is a scar on my armpit. At four, I was being naughty and jumped on the couch. I fell off the couch onto a glass of water. My head split open and the glass shattered to pieces into my head. That gave me a scar on my forehead. Later, when I was ten, I had gallstones and had to have my gallbladder removed. There are 5 little scars all over my stomach. Finally when I was 18 came the worst. My friend was driving us home from musical practice. As I was talking to her, she hit a truck. The airbag deployed and got the right side of my face. It took out my eye lens. It exploded my pupil. It tore up my iris. It gave me glaucoma. It changed me forever. I have stitches in my eye. I would give anything ANYTHING to have a normal right eye again. Most people say it's not noticeable but if you look closely my eye resembles the eye of a cat. The saying you don't know what you've got until it is gone is so painfully true. Today my mother asked if I wanted to accompany her to a dance recital. This isn't just a dance recital. It would be the dance recital of the dance studio I attended. My mother understood why I didn't want to go, but I still felt guilty for not going with her. My father protested and asked why I didn't want to watch. It's the same every year. Watching dance recitals..(especially when it's from your own studio) Make me a little sad. I am very happy and excited for all the dancers today.
My eye injury made me not able to finish ballet. I could If I wanted to, but losing vision changes you more than what meets the eye. Losing vision changes your balance. It affects your ability to turn. To dance in general. Most of all when it comes to performing on stage, having a screwed up eye that has trouble reacting to light makes it the hardest. The stage lights are blinding. You can't see where to go when the lights go out. My parents can't seem to understand any of that. No one can. Just because I don't want to go watch a dance recital does not make me selfish. It does not make me weak. It makes me human. Every stitch on my body tells a story. Every scar is a victory. and every memory is only a reminder that I am still alive. That's the best part of it all. In the end, I'm just happy I had the pleasure of learning to dance. © 2015 Kathryn SmithFeatured Review
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