Scars

So today at work I had someone that has been coming into the office for over a year now and just barley noticed the scars on my face....And of coarse he wasn't very tactful about it. He said "OMG what happened to your face." I immediately put my hand to my face thinking I must be oozing blood or something and then realized he was talking about my scars. After that it was awkward to say the least. I'm not mad at him, he didn't know what happened. And yeah he could have been more tact full about it, but hell I know I have said things that I wish that I could crawl under the table after It was said ...But what I wasn't prepared for was how it made me feel after. It has been a really long time since I have thought about my scars that way. I mean I see them every day but I am pleased with the way they look and I am VERY thankful that they are as mild as they are compared to some that I have seen. But still the look on his face when he was looking at me did remind me of the stares right after the accident, the way that my nieces and nephews looked at me like they were scared. Not scared of me but scared for me. I started to cry...And I haven't cried about the scars on my face for a long time....But it really bothered me.