
I thought once my wound healed, the hard part was over.
But my scar started looking bigger and more raised. I kept telling myself it would eventually get better.
It didn't. And I started worrying — would it keep getting bigger?
I found myself checking it again and again, hoping it looked different. But I couldn't stop noticing it.
I didn't want to keep waiting and worrying. I wanted to do something to care for my scar.






