Brilliant Imperfection
write-alike by Gabriel

Brilliant Imperfection write-alike by Gabriel

How can I possibly not want to change my scars? Scars are something that we all have come to hate. They remind us of worse times, times that came with pain. For me, my scars have come with all kinds of pain, emotional and physical, but they are who make me, me.

As a child, my classmates would always ridicule me for my scar that hinted at a cleft lip. I am thankful that it is a scar that I have and not a gaping hole of flesh, but even still, my classmates didn’t seem to think of that. My classmates were quick to assume that I had been in some sort of accident, or that I was hiding something. Whatever they believed, they always treated me as some sort of freak, but it built character.

I would cry sometimes about my scars, as they made me feel insecure, but over time, I have gotten used to them. I now take pride in my scars, from the very scar on my face that caused me so much grief in elementary school, to the scar on my chest that reminds me of the gift of life that I received as a three-month old.

I am not like other people visually. I have scars on my face, on my chest, and even my hips. But what I do have is resilience. I know what it is like to feel like a situation can never improve, but to see it improve. I know what it feels like to be an outsider, to not be wanted, but when you can show those people that you are just like them in character, the rewards are a thousand times sweeter. I would never want to change my scars, for they have made me a stronger person, a person who can see the light in the darkest of tunnels.