I have scars. All of us do. Some were made on purpose, others happened along the way, during dares or small accidents. Some out of defiance, others by mistake.
Wow. No words. Simple awe. This was exquisite. There were so many lines I connected with and so many moments I nodded along with the text, or simply had to take a moment and absorb what was written. As somone who self harms, this helped me peer through the eyes of somone who sees scars entirely differently. It truly blew my mind and I loved every minute of it. It was interesting to me that is till connected with so many lines, despite the differences in our experiences. (Not assuming, simply from what I’ve read, these scars were all described as unintentional-correct me if I’m wrong for I mean no disrespect and I know just how private that can be) but I found that incredibly intriguing. Many lines were so jarring in their simplicity they stayed with em long after I finished reading. Referring to scars as “places where something happened” somehow softened my view of them. Thiughout this piece I felt the inevitablility and eternality (is that a word???just go with it!) of scars and I felt so much fomfort in that premise. I LIEK the way you mentioned how scars change, that applies to so many things in my life and it really stood out to me, along with mentioning how the “body keeps the record”. That really stuck with me because I’ve always had this internal, unspoken notion that something isn’t real untill there is proof. For my emotions and pain, I found that in t he scars I made. And I replay loved how you worded this. Incredible work, I lovedreading it! You’ve def earned yourself a sub!!
Thank you for reading this with so much enthusiasm and attention. It really means a lot to me. I think there are many ways to look at scars. The ones on our skin are just the ones we can clearly see, but there are so many injuries and irritations that lie deeper, and in a way they are not so different. For example, I grew up in a household shaped by depression and addiction, and because of that I carried a certain set of moral assumptions with me. For a long time, I thought the world was simply like that, and I had no real sense that people just a few houses away might be living entirely different lives. To respond to your question about whether the scars were unintentional, most of them were. But there were also moments where I burned myself or did similar things, just to see what it would do, or what it would feel like. Probably because for a long time I didn’t have a real connection to many of my feelings. Or to put it differently, I couldn’t really find a way to describe many of the things around me, or my feelings about them. I grew up, at least in part, in family situations that felt very surreal. And in a way, physical signs became something to hold on to, a way to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But over time, both my life and my circumstances have changed, and with that my body as well. The scars are still there, of course, but they have become just one part of me. And I am, in part, who I am because of what I’ve lived through, which I find, in a way, somewhat reconciling. I think that’s a good point, that we need to meet ourselves in a gentle way, like our scars and all the things that happened to us. Everyone starts from a different place. Some people have many harsh points of contact with the world early on, and that leaves marks and scars,. so what. Others stumble later. They are, in a sense, inevitable.
I really enjoyed this; it reminds me of the idea that our scars have a truth in them, in how they happened, that's absolute. But that perhaps, what matters even more than that, are the stories we tell ourselves about them long after the scars have healed, in how they stay with us, in what they mean.
“The body keeps the record, we only add the story.” That line really stayed with me. Such a quiet, powerful reflection on the scars we carry, both visible and inherited. Beautiful piece. ✨
Wow. No words. Simple awe. This was exquisite. There were so many lines I connected with and so many moments I nodded along with the text, or simply had to take a moment and absorb what was written. As somone who self harms, this helped me peer through the eyes of somone who sees scars entirely differently. It truly blew my mind and I loved every minute of it. It was interesting to me that is till connected with so many lines, despite the differences in our experiences. (Not assuming, simply from what I’ve read, these scars were all described as unintentional-correct me if I’m wrong for I mean no disrespect and I know just how private that can be) but I found that incredibly intriguing. Many lines were so jarring in their simplicity they stayed with em long after I finished reading. Referring to scars as “places where something happened” somehow softened my view of them. Thiughout this piece I felt the inevitablility and eternality (is that a word???just go with it!) of scars and I felt so much fomfort in that premise. I LIEK the way you mentioned how scars change, that applies to so many things in my life and it really stood out to me, along with mentioning how the “body keeps the record”. That really stuck with me because I’ve always had this internal, unspoken notion that something isn’t real untill there is proof. For my emotions and pain, I found that in t he scars I made. And I replay loved how you worded this. Incredible work, I lovedreading it! You’ve def earned yourself a sub!!
Thank you for reading this with so much enthusiasm and attention. It really means a lot to me. I think there are many ways to look at scars. The ones on our skin are just the ones we can clearly see, but there are so many injuries and irritations that lie deeper, and in a way they are not so different. For example, I grew up in a household shaped by depression and addiction, and because of that I carried a certain set of moral assumptions with me. For a long time, I thought the world was simply like that, and I had no real sense that people just a few houses away might be living entirely different lives. To respond to your question about whether the scars were unintentional, most of them were. But there were also moments where I burned myself or did similar things, just to see what it would do, or what it would feel like. Probably because for a long time I didn’t have a real connection to many of my feelings. Or to put it differently, I couldn’t really find a way to describe many of the things around me, or my feelings about them. I grew up, at least in part, in family situations that felt very surreal. And in a way, physical signs became something to hold on to, a way to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But over time, both my life and my circumstances have changed, and with that my body as well. The scars are still there, of course, but they have become just one part of me. And I am, in part, who I am because of what I’ve lived through, which I find, in a way, somewhat reconciling. I think that’s a good point, that we need to meet ourselves in a gentle way, like our scars and all the things that happened to us. Everyone starts from a different place. Some people have many harsh points of contact with the world early on, and that leaves marks and scars,. so what. Others stumble later. They are, in a sense, inevitable.
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Thank you.
"In the fear that stings when the phone rings at night or someone says my name quietly." -
So true. Paralyzing.
Thank you. That line comes from growing up in a household with addiction.
Those late-night calls were part of my life for a long time.
I really enjoyed this; it reminds me of the idea that our scars have a truth in them, in how they happened, that's absolute. But that perhaps, what matters even more than that, are the stories we tell ourselves about them long after the scars have healed, in how they stay with us, in what they mean.
“The body keeps the record, we only add the story.” That line really stayed with me. Such a quiet, powerful reflection on the scars we carry, both visible and inherited. Beautiful piece. ✨
Thank you. I think many scars only reveal themselves over time (especially those inherited ones)
Beautifully written. The way you connect memory, scars, and the body’s quiet way of holding the past is deeply moving. You earned a sub.
Thank you so much =)