Friday, 4 January 2013

Scars are Sexy! #StrongisSexy Shout Out!

There was a time in my life where I felt differently about my scars. A time when I would never take a picture like this. A time where I felt differently about my many medical misadventures. And a time where I felt differently about my body.

I would cover myself with baggy clothes, don high necklines, and sport a smile - all in an attempt to hide the battle that was raging underneath. My eye was constantly drawn to that prominent red scar that had made a home on the left side of my chest.  And I hated my body.

And all I could see were all the things I wasn't. That scar was a reminder that my body wasn't healthy. It screamed "You are not enough. You are weak, and your body is defective!". And it's bright angry appearance made sure that everyone noticed.

There was a time where I was deeply embarrassed by all my Darwinian Failings..

But those days have come and gone.

And this little body of mine has a whole lot more scars. (many that are not appropriate to photograph)

But today when I look in mirror and I see all of the jagged lines crisscrossing my chest - I see something different. I see health. I see strength. And feel a profound and overwhelming sense of gratitude and pride.

I am so grateful for my life. And I am so grateful for my scars. They remind me every day how precious life is, and how hard I have fought for my health.They serve a a reminder to relish in every moment, of everyday, and to never take anything for granted.

Today I can see the beauty of my scars and I feel incredibly blessed.

Scars are Sexy Damnit! 
They just show the world that you are stronger than whatever has tried to hurt you! So this week's Strong is Sexy Shout Out goes out Derek! Someone I have had the pleasure of getting to know this past month through the power of the internet. Derek is battling melanoma right and is still recovering from his first surgery, and he now sporting one sexy looking scar.

So today I just wanted to take the time and send Derek lots of LOVE. I know you have a battle ahead of you, but you are STRONGER, BIGGER, and BADDER than anything cancer can throw at you. Your Scars are Strong and Sexy! And whenever you are feeling low, just look at your scar and remember that this is you making Cancer Your BITCH! You got this!

Please feel free to join in the Derek love-fest and leave him lots of comments and well wishes! You can also visit Derek's blog to follow his journey and support him all the way along!

Remember Strong is Sexy! And Being Healthy is Fabulous! So don't ever take that for granted.

Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,


  1. Scars are great reminders. Whether it's from an accident or surgery. Life is precious!

  2. Scars tell a story...a story of strength and triumph!

  3. sending good thoughts! my cousin was diagnosed with melanoma as's a scary thing and more people need to know about it!

  4. What a powerful message! Good for you. And I'm pulling for Derek!

  5. Go, Derek, GO! Beat cancer's @$$!!!!

  6. Go Derek, show that C who's boss! K, you continue to inspire! No I'm jealous of your meet up with other K...sad face

  7. I love this post my dear. I can really understand how the scars would initially be a reminder of the body failing you. But now they are a symbol of your strength and determination! Maybe I need to include Derek in my Way to Go Wednesday post. Thank you for sharing.

  8. Sending only good and positives thoughts and wishes to Derek! inspiring.

  9. Happy and healthy thoughts to Derek :)! And scars make stories which help us learn and grow and move on - even if it is "don't fall off your bike"... hehe

  10. All the best to Derek, and to you Krysten. In the end, the scar means: I'M. STILL. HERE. and that's the biggest thing.

    I had to have my thyroid removed due to cancer. Though the surgeon made the incision in a skin fold to help hide it, initially I looked like an escapee from a slasher movie, with some macabre smile drawn at the hollow at the base of my throat in stitches, then a scar. Looking at it in the mirror was difficult, more than I'd expected. I had my surgery in the heat of summer. At first, I wore cotton mock-necks, then scarves with some MAC makeup covering (if you ever need to cover something, see the MAC makeup artists), then winter turtlenecks. MY DH told me no one noticed it except me (except if I swallow, then it's obvious) and eventually I came to believe him. I got used to it, started to have an odd affection for it, and barely see it now. It's a process.

    (One tip for anyone w/a new scar - as soon as doc says it's ok, put sunblock on it and be consistent. I used a bullfrog stick, also helped keep it more moist and pliable so it healed better. It made a huge difference.)

    This excerpt from the poem For What Binds Us, by Jane Hirshfield, helped me to think of my scar as "proud flesh" :

    And see how the flesh grows back
    across a wound, with a great vehemence,
    more strong
    than the simple, untested surface before.
    There's a name for it on horses,
    when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,

    as all flesh,
    is proud of its wounds, wears them
    as honors given out after battle,
    small triumphs pinned to the chest—

    full poem at

  11. Great message... you're so right, scars are valuable- they remind us where we've been and where we're going. So glad you don't feel like you have to hide yours anymore!

  12. I gotta say thanks to Krysten for featuring my badass scar today! Also, thank you to everyone for the positive thoughts and well wishes! I'm starting to love my scars and I know I'll be proud of them for the rest of my life. They're me...they're mine...they tell my story. Again, thanks to you all and especially to Krysten for all the support and inspiration!

  13. Beautiful message Krysten. Scars tells a story and are a sign of strength to me. Sending lots of well wishes to Derek! Go Derek!!

  14. Such great, important & empowering thoughts Krysten. Thank you!!!! Hugs to Derek!!!! You can do it!

  15. I have two huge scars on my back, used to think they were so ugly.
    Then realized they meant I didn't have skin cancer, and get to keep running, keep living, keep loving. Good God I love those scars.