February 29th, 2008
Scar Tattoo
I met a woman who had done this, and it is an image that has stayed with me.
Transcriptorial: They said they could erase the scar. / She framed it in a tattoo.
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hmm, interesting, i’ve never heard of anything like this before. i like it.
What was the scar from? Did she tell you? Bet it’s interesting.
I didn’t ask. Now I wonder.
Everyone always asks why I don’t have a tattoo. I figure my scars speak volumes more then any ink ever could. But highlighting them…that is something I may have to look into.
scars are beautiful, they tell a story. i’ve spent countless hours recounting tales of how i got different scares. sometimes when i burn myself i just leave the wound, not running it under cold water, or soothing it in any way, in hopes that a scar will form… another reminder of another day. something that i will never forget.
Somewhat similar for me. My scars and my injuries help define me. The tattoos I wear are of a similar nature. They show the scars and the old wounds that are less visible. Now, I will grant that my tattoos are made from a very odd personal lexicon, but they work. Those important to me know, and those that don’t get it…. seem to miss the reason why.
i have scars but i don’t remember where they are from. i can outline them but it won’t make a difference. the memories are gone, never to return. its a funny fenomina. but the scars that are in my heart are the ones that keep me going and alive. now isn’t that funny?
I do this with the scars that came from someone I love. My first love, who kept me alive when nothing else could have gave me a branding on my left arm and I had it highlighted with a tattoo, my mother asked why and I said “because I can’t risk forgetting her.” She died from cancer not long ago, that scar is all I have of her.
i’m framing my inner scars by tattoo– i overcame depression a few years ago, and am getting a small butterfly to symbolize my transformation.
What Dolly Parton calls “the iron butterfly” –elegance with indestructibility. As another survivor of depression, I salute you. It can be done. We have.
i like to draw stars around my scars
That’s so Nathaniel Hawthorne… as in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ where Hester Prynne would decorate the symbol of her ostracism.
My grandmother told me that a person who dies without a scar or two, has not lived.
Me and my best friend met on the school bus, exchanging stories about our scars.
Another friend of mine had quite a few scars, that she explained on the third meeting of every person who seemed to be a new friend, because she said that explained her better than almost anything else she could think of. She planned tatoos to frame all her scars for many years before she was 18, and is now in the process of getting these tatoos. I asked her why she did this, and she said it was because she hoped that it draw peoples attentions to the scars, and that they would ask her where she got it from, and by the end of the story, she would have one more person who knew about her, remember her. She hoped to achieve the short immortality in the minds of her fellows as the scars had on her skin. She hoped to tell these stories as often as she could, so that no matter where she was, she would remember who she was, and what she had done, what had happened, good or bad.
I think that scars add character to a persons face and body.