|excuse the weird pose, it's hard to smile when you have your neck titled like that haha|
The explanation behind those spots is pretty simple. Basically, I fell on an oven door when I was around 3 years old.
However, it is must more interesting when I tell the whole story.
It was early 1991 (therefore I am sure I was dressed in a frilly dress with matching lace-topped socks and a giant bow of some kind) and the entire family is at my Mema Dean's house for Sunday lunch.
My first cousin Carla and I were playing around the kitchen when one of our mothers told us to sit down because Mema was pulling biscuits (yum) out of the oven.
Here is where the story gets different.
SOME of my family says that me and Carla did not listen and I ended up running into the kitchen where I fell onto the piping hot oven door.
Me and Carla sat down on the stool in the kitchen and Carla dumped me on to the door (thanks cuzo).
Either way, I fell face-first onto the door with my right cheek, chin and neck taking the brunt of the fall.
I was very, very blessed that I had very minimal scarring, but I got to wear a lovely netting over most of my face which my mother chose to adorn with a hair ribbon (thanks mama).
And my folks wrapped up my pooh bear's head with the netting too, that way we could be twinsies.
All that's left from the incident is a small little patch of white beside my mouth (that makeup usually covers) and a longer white, pock-marked patch under my chin. Praise god I wasn't hurt worse or left with anything more noticeable.
Do you have scars with stories?