I love scars. Love looking at them, love touching at them. Whenever I see anyone with a scar, I know there's a story behind it and I want to hear all about it. Same with body marks like stretch marks. They're telling a story.

My calfs and the back of my thighs are currently littered with stretch marks and even though I'm insecure because I've only just gotten them and I'm not used to the way i look now, knowing they're there because I grew a baby which is pretty cool, makes me feel better about them. One of the things I find hottest on my boyfriend is two white stretch marks on his back. I love feeling them. They're probably there from him growing so tall, too damn quick. But i find them sexy as hell.

I have a mother fucker of a raised scar on my bikini line from my cesearean which is still sore, but there's a reason to it and I'm proud of it.

My forearms have very tiny, faded scars from self harming years and years ago. I don't feel the need to do it ever anymore, and the sun has helped fade them lots (which makes for a lot less awkward questions from people); but they're there for a reason;because i went through something.

And I always love it when I see an SG with some scar or mark or imperfection. 'Cus it reinforces that belief that people should embrace even the flaws; cus that's what makes us all unique.