Scar

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.

 

 

 

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