I have many. Very few are visible, and many are still healing. But I can't say I wish they weren't there. I didn't really like them when I first got them of course. It made me feel different. It made me feel like I could never be normal again. Which is exactly what my father seems to want to implant into my mind till this very day. But I know that my scars make me who I am. Without them, I wouldn't be the same person I am today, I wouldn't be able to love how I do today, and I wouldn't have found the one to love me like he does right now. Scars may not seem beautiful at the time, but it takes a true person to love everything about you, not just your appearances, but what makes you you. Never lose heart because one day, someone or something, will make it all worth while.