Proud Flesh

Proud Flesh, “exuberant granulation tissue” – the first stage in the creation of scar tissue.
Proud flesh is for me, more aptly stated as an end rather than a beginning.

Proud flesh, my scars.

Proud flesh, my scars.

Proud flesh, my scars.
There comes to a point in life in which you see your Proud Flesh and wouldn’t – not for the world – change them.
I wouldn’t change mine.

I learned from them that the world is temporal. That our faces are facades. That our faces are frames. That are faces are flesh. That flesh changes and yet – our core never does. Our spirit, ever-eternal, will always be.


I don’t often talk about my scars – not in the way that I do my deafness. There isn’t much to talk about. They are not something I struggle with (anymore). They are not something I’d change (if I could).

Proud flesh, proud of my flesh.

I learned too much from them to feel anything but gratitude.

I feel the small hands of my children on my scars, tracing the lines. “Mommy, what’s this?”
Proud flesh, honey.
It’s proud.

First published on Sept. 19, 2011.
Reposting in response to some questions about my scars.
A post on my car accident is Memories.
Meriah Nichols is teacher and artist who lives in a yurt off the grid. She is deaf, has 3 kids (one with Down syndrome) and a lot of chickens. She writes about travel, disability, and getting dishes done. She likes her tea Earl Grey and hot.


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