Scars was confidence, fear, understanding, emotion, sharing, personality, being alone, hugs, silences, smiles, tears, beauty.
It made a permanent mark on me, just like the scars that we chose to represent. This new mark that I wear is lovely because it has allowed me to exorcise the deep and dark hole that I felt in my soul. It made me look right into that part of me that I tried to hide in order to cope with the past. It freed me from the feeling of having to keep carrying such heavy baggage.
Scars brought me nearer to all the people who were around me in a sincere and simple way. It brought me to accept a part of them and allow their scars to be recognised and sculpted to create, together, something unique and perfect in its imperfections.
In my scar I carry the pain of one single, silent, strident question: “How could you, YOU, deny me love, tenderness and the simplicity of all life’s moments? Why drive away my dreams to make way for your anger, without hearing that the beat of my heart resembles yours?”