Scars Effect

I was excited for a new beginning in my career, maybe to prepare me for high school in the upcoming years. The idea of beating boys in soccer got me excited, my blood pumping harder through my veins and put an extra spring in my step. It was the first practice of our middle school season, where my life would be turned upside down. I ran down the field as normal, going for another shot on goal, but out of nowhere one of boys came from behind and completely took out my knee, causing me to collapse in pain. Lying down on the field, my sanctuary, the place I saw as home was probably the most grueling time of my life. Injuries were common in my life, but this injury was unlike any other. I could not get up off the field and felt as if there was nothing left in my knee, and every time I tried to get up, I fell right back down. I never sat out a practice until that night and figured one day would be enough. One night was clearly not enough, I was never able to catch back up to my full speed, or be able to cut around the field, which resulted in moving positions from forward, to defense to cut back on the running. I thought this would a temporary position, but I played every game in

The connotation with a scar is often a mark of physical damage to one’s skin, but a scar can also be psychological or emotional damage. Scars are seen as that something bad or wrong has happened but every scar also tells a story, a lesson even. We usually do not think the ones we love, or used to love, could be the ones who can scar us. In my last relationship, I loved the girl with all of my heart. I loved her so much that her views soon became my own and I began to lose my sense of self. What I learned from that relationship is what has shaped me into the person I am today.

One important thing in my life is when I tore my ACL the first time in eighth grade basketball. It was November 15, 2015, when I first tore my ACL. I was at basketball practice and we were doing a rebounding drill. I jumped up to rebound the ball, because I can hardly jump I landed before most of the other players and Charlie, one of my teammates, came down on my knee. I heard my knee pop. My knee caved in and I fell, feeling excruciating pain as I fell to the ground I just saw the ground moving closer and closer. As I fell to the ground I felt my body hit the hard gym floor. All that went through my head was ”That hurt really bad!!!!” I was really sweaty, I could smell the sweat from the bodies, and I was tired from previous things we had done in practice but I just sat there screaming and balling. I started screaming and balling because my knee hurt so badly. I could taste the saliva from my mouth while I was lying there balling. One of the other players went into the locker room and grabbed my phone, I called my dad but he couldn’t make out anything I was saying because I was still crying. My coach, Ms. Bolton, carried me to the bench while my dad was on his way. My dad carried me out to the truck then inside to the couch when we got home. Brock, my brother, went and picked up some crutches for me. I ended up going to the doctor about a week later and then on January 4, 2016, I had my first surgery. Coming out of surgery and waking up in recovery was the worst pain I’ve EVER felt. I came out of recovery and was screaming in pain because they didn’t keep track of when I had last had morphine so I wasn’t on track and I felt my whole leg right after surgery. Tearing my ACL was important because it made me who I am today and made me stronger by

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

The week of ICCA State, I received my second concussion. This time I was not a flyer, but fell to the ground catching my flyer. I prevented her from getting injured, but it marked the end of my cheerleading career. After this incident, I realized that cheer was no longer worth the risk. Giving up cheer felt like I was giving up my dream. I planned to one day try out for a D1 college cheer team. Once I was fully recovered, I decided I would focus on dance. I had danced for years off and on, but I had never thought about continuing it, especially after high school. After a year of dance team, I had found my new passion. We received second place at nationals and I was the only soloist on my team. Today, I am thankful for the series of misfortune because they lead me to where I truly belong. Now I understand how precious life is and that mine was spared by the grace of God. I am currently a senior in high school and plan to dance at Lindenwood University next fall. I plan to study biological sciences on a pre-dental tract to one day become an orthodontist. My injuries have not only shaped my goals and work-ethic, but also my attitude, beliefs, and personality. I am a more positive and understanding person because I know what it is like to struggle but also to

Growing up, I was ill and in the hospital frequently. Most of these instances were due to Crohn’s disease, but my first trip to the hospital had nothing to do with my stomach or immune system. For my eighth birthday I had gotten my ears pierced. I was extremely paranoid about the earring falling out and the hole closing up. This resulted in me forming a habit of pushing the backs of the earrings on as hard as I could. Eventually, I realized that I could no longer feel the backs of my earrings. I tried to take the earrings out to change them, but they would not come out of my ears. I decided that I wasn’t worried about it, because at least I knew they weren’t going to fall out. When I finally told my mom, she wasn’t able to get the earrings

When it comes to beauty skin care, there is no shortage of products out there for you to try, but when it comes to skin scarring treatments, it seems like there is nothing simple or easy out there for you.

• With these kinds of wounds in particular, early intervention can significantly increase the rate of healing and the likelihood

It all started in seventh grade. I was in p.e. And we were playing Dodgeball. This was normal because that was what we usually played. That day was different, I went to throw a ball and managed to tear my kneecap off. When I threw it, I went to turn, but my foot stayed still and my knee popped nine times and I fell to the ground. I didn’t think anything of it because my knees will randomly pop. I got back up and walked away like nothing happened because I am used to my knee popping. But I only took about five steps before it started to hurt. I must not have noticed it because of the adrenaline that was in me from the game. Mr.Hookfin noticed and helped me to the nurse's office. I limped there because I couldn’t put any pressure on it without it wincing from the pain. It all happened before 10:00a.m. and my dad didn’t get there until noon because he was in school. He got me a doctors appointment for 3:00 p.m. because it was really swollen. When we got there they were not sure why it was so bad, so they gave me painkillers and I had to go for an M.R.I. scan the next day. Later we found out that I tore my kneecap off and had to get surgery to put it back in place. I went in for surgery two days after that. The surgery itself only took a few hours, but rehab to get it to work normally again was torture. Everyday for two hours I had to go in and work on my leg. It started of simple, but once I started to get

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

School became a prison; the desks were designed in such a way that amplified the pain. Focusing on schoolwork became a more than difficult task. My peers did not help or offer support for my pain. Instead, they mocked and teased me for being too weak to handle weightlifting, the very act that resulted in my injury.

Skin conditions can cause poor self-esteem and social anxiety, which impacts interpersonal relationships, and lack of motivation among of other life altering problems. With America’s growing need for primary care physicians due to health care reform, financial incentives are being put towards medical school students and residents that plan on going into primary care as their specialty, but other areas of specialty need more funding as well. There needs to be more funding towards encouraging medical professionals to practice dermatologic care in urban underserved areas where this treatment is really needed.

Scarring is a normal bodily process that a majority of people experience. Nonetheless, in Western cultures, scars are seen as an ugly feature that one can acquire in numerous ways. Therefore, many people want to rid themselves of these blemishes as quickly as possible. A majority of them turn to Mederma ®, one of the top-recommended scar treatment creams by dermatologists. However, before you decide that Mederma is the right medication for your scar, it is important to look at the different types of tissues that can be affected, how scars form, and what kind of scars form.

Youth and beauty, everyone wants to stay young and beautiful forever. The words youth and beauty changes as you go around the world. Some cultures may find flawless skin beautiful and women under a certain age to be younger. In some African culture scars symbolize beauty, the more you have the more beautiful you are. There are so many pieces of art/sculpture that we have looked at in class and outside of class that has a lot of scars carved on

Before I lost my innocence I was care-free, and full of love. But I grew up and my peers began to tease me. “Am I really fat, ugly, stupid and dorky”? I thought. Every loving part of me was torn apart piece by piece by my young peers like wolves on the prowl. Every fault and every flaw I owned was brought to my attention. This teasing spawned an anger in me so strong that every aspect of my life was destroyed. I began to rebel towards any kind of authority as a way to protect myself. I felt that every breathing thing was out to hurt me.