Scars are often thought of as imperfections, something to avoid talking about, something to keep out of view, something to cover up. But they are also physical reminders, memories of trauma and healing etched onto the body. I received my own scar in 2009, an eight inch incision in the middle of my chest, due to an aortic anomaly that, left untreated, would have resulted in my own death. By seeking out others with scars, I explore how the physical continues to imprint on the emotional.
