I stood with my shirt off; my back facing the crooked mirror leaning against my wall. I craned my neck trying to get a view of the long scar running down my spine.
I didn't mind it; it was just apart of me. Just like having a freckle or a mole, I had a giant scar running down my back.
I carried on with life; it didn't show through my normal t-shirts and I wasn't insecure when I was swimming in bathing suits. Probably because everyone in my family had the same scar, and my family were the only people I ever spent time with.
My mom and dad both had scoliosis and the same scars and surgeries as me. I have two brothers and one sister who share the scar, but my youngest sister, Halyn, was miraculously born with a perfectly straight spine.
Because of all our surgeries, my mom chose to home school us. I'm the oldest out of six kids, and was the only one to ever experience a public school. All though it was just kindergarten through second grade, I kind of miss it.
I miss sitting at a desk you call your own and raising your hand to answer questions. I miss sitting around this stranger you called your teacher as she read the class a book. I miss sitting in the corner watching all the other kids play together and get in trouble.
Okay, I've never been good at making friends. Maybe it was for the best I'm home schooled and isolated. And maybe it's for the best I have this scar.
