A scar someone gave me. A scar I gave myself.
A scar I got naturally. A scar I got accidentally.
Here is a photo of myself from last year which shows a few of my scars which I have adorned my body with. I’ve slowly collected my scars over the last decade by seeking artists who’s medium is the human skin. Over time having scars has made me feel more in touch with my body, more attractive, proud, and confident in myself. The process of getting scars has also been very nurturing in ways because it has always pushed me to be especially caring towards myself while my body was healing. I am still shy about them at times because of people’s negative associations with scars but since they are mostly always covered with clothes they act somewhat as mental armor. Like a special hidden part of myself that gives me self worth and makes me happy.
Your host for Submission Sunday,
Post carpal tunnel surgery sutures
Scarring after spinal fusion on a scoliosis patient
The scar of a man living at the abandoned chocolate factory turned slum, Salvador de Bahia, Brazil. This man’s wife saw him with another woman and she cut him with a glass bottle. Instantly he fainted and had to be hospitalized.
Photo credit: Sebastian Liste