Let me tell you that the scars on your body do not define who you are. In fact, they are constant reminders of how unique and beautiful you are. Each mark and scar has a story behind it. Before you point to make fun of someone’s imperfections, take a moment to admire how amazing they are. Complimenting a loved one makes them feel empowered and confident in their own skin. 6 of us ladies from POPxo have mustered the courage to take about the stories behind our scars and tell you how it’s made us stronger to face the world every day. Let’s roll?
Today, I’m very picky about using skincare products. Back in college, not so much. I never thought something as harmless as cream would scar me. It started with itching, then scratching and then a scab soon formed after. The scab healed, but the mark remained. Many of my friends and relatives would ask about the scar. I would lie and tell them that I got it because I hurt myself while playing throwball. On days when I had to attend work events, I would use makeup to conceal the mark. As time went by, I realized how foolish I was. A scar on my hand doesn't define who I am as a person. I’m lucky to have a handful of people in my life who have taught me how to love and accept my flaws for the way they are. I’ll never use any skincare product today without having my dermatologist take a look at it first. - Sharon Alphonso, Beauty Writer.
One mad night in college, my friends and I were raging a little too hard, I (as usual) was the first to get wasted and pass out on the host’s bed. In my sleep, I must have turned around and felt uncomfortable and in doing so I fell from the bed. There was a nail protruding from a cabinet on the bedside which cut my upper lip into two. It was deep and the bleeding didn’t stop for ten days because of the position. While I was embarrassed in the beginning because it was the first thing anyone would see on my face, it was my mother who put me down even more. “What have you done? It’s on your face, everyone can see this ugly mark”, she would say. That really brought my confidence down, I wouldn’t even step out of the house without concealer on it. But over the years, I’ve learned not to let insecurities get the better of you. Yes, I have a scar, yes it’s very prominent on my face, big freaking deal! -Anandita Malhotra, Senior Lifestyle Writer
Thanks to my disturbed period cycle, I didn’t have to wait to deliver a baby to see stretch marks on my body. I’ve got them everywhere, knees, stomach, back, you name the part and I’ll have marks there. I’ve had them since I was 13-years-old. Initially, they bothered me a lot. To top everything, my body has always maintained an uncertain weight-cycle. I gain weight as soon as I stop keeping a track of my food and activities and I dramatically lose weight when I keep a check on these things, so my skin gets me a present everytime I lose. But I’ve had them for so long, stretch marks are a part of me now. I kinda like them. They describe me, they describe my journey, my success and failures, without a word - difficult period-days, weight gain, weight loss, those lines describe everything so well. - Chhavi Porwal, Senior Trending Writer
It's not as much of a 'scar' as it is an 'imprint.' It's huge, it stands out and it's most definitely in the shape of an iron. It's been there all my life and I can say with confidence, it has never altered the way I view myself. My story starts when I was 2 years old and my overly cautious - but lovely father had decided to hide the house iron under the bed. Apparently, I was so wildly fascinated by the household appliance that it was dangerous to keep them on the shelves on the chance I might tip one over myself. So deep under the bed, it was and deep under the bed I was, in pursuit. You can guess what happened next… but here I am, 17 years later with a wild story to tell and a massive scar to show for it. Growing up in a hot climate city, I've worn skirts and shorts on numerous occasions. While I can ascertain that my thighs don't look like the other girls', I've never felt the need to compare mine to theirs. My scar makes me feel unique and special, I mean, not everyone has an iron shaped imprint on their thighs, right? Who else is likely to have gone through that excruciating pain of placing a hot iron on their thigh at the age of 2? It's a warrior's tale and my scar proves it. - Aishwarya Rajeev, Intern
When you have a scar on your face, that is the first thing people notice. I don't blame them. But I am a bit miffed when they ask me about it, the very first time they meet me. I got it as a kid when I fell off a swing and had to get stitches. I don't know exactly when but sometime in my early twenties I just stopped caring about it. The confidence to carry off your battle scars comes with age. - Nitya Uppal, Assistant Editor
Never one to have acne or deal with the aftermath, my skin decided to go bat-shit crazy at 29. I moved cities and everything came crashing down, quite literally. As an adult with a face full of acne, in a brand new city surrounded by some of the most beautiful women I’ve come to know and love. How is a girl to not feel insecure? For about a year, I never left the house without makeup on. Being a beauty writer, I’m obsessed with makeup so part of me put it on every single day anyway. I didn’t know when I went from LOVING makeup to HIDING behind it! But as they say, it takes time to get comfortable in your own skin. It took me almost a year to come to terms with how my skin looked without makeup on. The day I decided to stop caring what people think and let those vulnerabilities out in the open, was one of the most liberating moments I’ve had! -Nidhi Kavle, Senior Beauty Writer