Scars are different for everyone. All the way down the thigh isn't too realistic, like what you see in the pictures. My scars start at the hips and end just before a pair of shorts would stop. Obvious with swimsuits, yes, but never with anything else. My wrists are pretty much dulled so that I don't have to worry about bracelets or hair ties. But there are three fine lines on the inside of my elbow. A tattoo hides one, but the other three I have to use makeup.

I'm terrified for my wedding night. I used to be sexually active, but have recently become very serious about my Christian faith. So being with someone right now isn't my concern. I do know that when I marry a man, it will be with someone aligned with my faith and that means he will see my identity in God, his beautiful masterpiece. My friends put it like this: he will see my scars and hurt so badly for me, but his hurt demonstrates how much he loves me. For anyone else, my scars might turn them off, but he won't be turned off by them. I can't fathom him wanting to touch them or even kiss them, but honestly that's what we can imagine it would be.

I'm terrified, yes. But this terror isn't enough to stop me. It's only enough to build regret.