…which I guess could be good, seeing as I’m supposed to be an actor.
It’s someting that’s been a part of my face and my life for longer than it hasn’t. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like without it, but I always know how lucky I am to still have both eyes and I can still manage a smile, even though it’s lop sided.
Some of my friends say that they don’t even see it anymore, but for many people with facial scars I’m guessing like me, it’s the first thing see when they look into a mirror or see a photo of themselves and it’s a constant reminder of how ever it happened.
I always see other people’s, and every now and again you get the slightest nod. Sometimes I see people with fresh facial scars and I wanna talk to them. Ask them how it happened. Each and every scar we have tells a story. Some are tales of stupidity like mine and some are more traumatic, but either way I always wanna say, ‘Hey, high five, bigs hugs, I know how it feels when people look at you and judge you because of a mark on your face…’
I can’t speak for everyone, but if you do wanna ask me how it happened, I won’t mind. Respectful curiosity is always welcomed.
I was very lucky with my scar, for some reason the universe decided to let me keep my eyeball, my nose and my lip…
Cheers for that x
As much as I love acting and writing, sometimes it’s nice to get messy with some good old felt tip pens. I smashed out some art work based on my super secret sharpie and magic technique and we hijacked a small corner of the Images Art Festival.
Big shout out to the people of New Symrna Beach, was a fun couple of days in the sun.