We have inherited a world that sees beauty and perfection in the manicured, the untouched and the unaffected. It undermines its own nature of existence by obsessing and idolizing fictitious images as a golden standard for measuring its own worth.
I look at this body I’ve been occupying for the past 36 years and all over it I carry markings of a life lived – my life. There is a pronounced long scar stretching down my back and another at the edge of my right eyebrow. There are stretch marks hugging around my hips, tattoos covering both arms, wrinkles around my eyes, laugh lines that are becoming more defined everyday and grey hair that is growing exponentially.
From our first arrival to this world we are left with life’s imprints on our bodies, hearts and minds. The first scar is the one we all bear and no one is exempt from it. It is our first imprint of departure, detachment and arrival. The navel scar like all other scars is a symbol for life breathing new beginnings into an end.
Every change, detachment, departure, dismantling, loss and arrival – for better or for worse leaves its imprint. From our fist breath we are touched and affected, this is the perfection of life.
Embrace the imprints of the so-called imperfections and scars you bear as they are proof for a life lived. Celebrate them like a warrior who has survived war and now wears its battle wounds with pride. Each one of them has given you infinite wisdom of impression that is unique to you. They are indicators of perfection in the process of becoming –becoming you.
