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Umm..
I have more scars than I can't count, ranging from the sort that you don't notice to big time stuff. The worst are a six inch surgical scar that runs from my sternum to my navel and a cluster of cigarette burns on my left shoulder (long, bad story). My knuckles are also badly scarred from a combination of fighting a lot and pounding a brick wall. I have never had anyone take issue with any of my scars - most people don't give them a second look and those that do tend to be sympathetic rather than revolted.
I promise, it's a much, much bigger deal to you than it is (or will be) to her. I wouldn't even mention it. If you really think she ought to know, tell her the story first, then show her the scar.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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