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Addie Jean
Clinton, Massachusetts USA
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It doesn't look like much, but what used to be on my back before the scar made my teenage years a world of grief (self inflicted of course, like many teen troubles are). It was a simple round mole. But when I was 15, I thought it marked me as ugly and I never wanted anyone to see it. I insisted on shopping for prom dresses with high backs, and subsequently put my mother thru hell. She couldn't understand why it was such a big deal to me, and I couldn't see why she couldn't understand! I'm 25 now and a few months back I had a dermatologist tell me she didn't like the looks of it, and that was that, it was gone. In my younger years I would have killed to have it gone, but by 25 I could have cared less. It's funny the things we grow less and less self-conscious about as we get older. My boyfriend thinks the scar is pretty bad ass; he likes to tell people I got into a knife fight. I guess in a way I did, but I let the dermatologist win.
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