My scar tells the story of a baby born with her heart on the wrong side. I was born unlovable, choking with the umbilical cords wrapped around my neck. It was obvious something was wrong with me.
They asked if a female doctor could operate. Luckily, my mom said yes. It took a professional to move my heart to the right side and make room for my one lung to grow.
Now, I have a long deep tilted scar of a line on my abdomen that looks like a magic trick gone wrong.
My scar hasn’t diminished as I have aged. It has continued to grow from my baby body to my adult body.
Now, I have this scar as a reminder that my heart is on the right side and to follow it.