Scars, I say, are like people in that they come in every imaginable shape, size, colour and position on one's body (sorry, I just had to)! There's no questioning that. The question to be asked here however is, are they aesthetic at all? On one hand are those who run to the open gates of plastic surgeons to get their scars less pronounced, and on the other hand are those who have it in them to pull a ‘Tina Fey’.
A couple of months ago I left the hospital with a rather prominent scar on my neck. A neck scar is one thing that I have in common with Elizabeth Taylor and Catherine Zeta Jones, the other thing being our flawless beauty, of course. Now how I ended up with it is an entirely different (and important) question to answer which I can write a book! While I have lots to say about the history of my scar, I find myself at a loss of words when I think of its future. Certain questions regarding it, of which I am both the addressee as well as the addressed, are brought to the limelight every time I face a mirror. These questions being ‘am I going to keep it’, ‘am I going to get rid of it’ or ‘am I going to fidget with the scar enough to let it be visible but not let it seem like I have a problem with it’!
My other prominent scar is the one I got done intentionally. A tattoo is what I am talking about here and not some evidence of masochism. This tattoo, on my right arm, reads ‘fortitude’ and means courage in adversity. They say your scars tell your story. Sure, together mine tell a wonderful story too. But whether or not I want to let these scars do all the talking, I remain unsure of.
