We tend to view the marks on our bodies as imperfections—stray lines and faded patches that disrupt the smooth narrative of our physical selves. However, a scar is more than just a closed wound; it is a map of a moment that demanded resilience. Unlike the rest of our skin, which constantly sheds and renews itself in a cycle of forgetting, scar tissue is a permanent record. It is the body’s way of archiving an event, a biological monument to the fact that we were hurt, we survived, and we mended. To look at one’s own skin is to read a private autobiography of accidents, surgeries, and childhood adventures, each…