Something told me the cesarean scar needed a place to speak.
As this site was being born, I asked three things:
-1. Take a picture of your scar.
-2. What does your scar say when you look at it?
-3. What does your scar say when you touch it?
What followed was a steady trickle of photos and stories… tender, painful, wonderful, awful stories.
Here, I humbly offer space for the stories to find their way to light.
I’ve read a few of the stories, and already there is a wide range of emotions: “I hate my scar,” “My scar mocks me,” “I’m now at peace with my scar,” “I love my scar because that means my child(ren) are alive,” etc. Everyone has a story to tell…