“I don’t want to die without any scars” ~ Chuck Palahnuik
A man stood beside me on the busy street, and from the side, and as he turned his neck, my heart fluttered: a beautiful fleshy scar grazed the side of his neck. As I looked at him, a thought crossed my mind: what would this world be without our beautiful marks?
I consider it a privilege to have the scars I have, I would feel incomplete and not as confident without them, they are my surgical babies; my “battle” scars. I obtained them when I was just an infant, and I would never ever think of covering them up with cosmetic surgery or tattoos.
However, the scars on my body have also attracted a bit of high school cattiness.
A girl stopped and looked at me “You have a bald spot,” she said, and turned to continue walking with her friends. Not long after that, I stopped going to school, and for a week school was the last thing on my mind.
After some misguided counseling, I mustered up the courage to face school again; if I didn’t go back I would be only disappointing myself. The girl wasn’t going to stop me. I went back, scars and all, and something wonderful happened: I stopped caring what she thought. I also realized that the said girl was probably jealous: I had my armor, aka my scars, and what did she have?
The scar, the said girl poked fun of, is on the right side of my scalp, and it’s in the shape of half crescent moon. I have three scars; out of the three, the one on my head is my least favorite, but it is a part of me, and I love all parts of me.
Scars are my Beautiful
I enjoy writing about my scars just like people are not afraid to be photographed with them. I feel proud to have them, and to be able to speak about them is something I can do again and again. In my opinion people with scars are more beautiful and intriguing.
I am 33 years old now, and I am happy that more and more people with scars are coming out with their stories and scars. The article I find really inspiring, is on the Huffington Post, 24 Women bare Their Scars to reveal Beauty in Imperfections, and now I have an answer to my query: the world wouldn’t have any heroes.