Scars and Scarves

 Scars are lovely. They are a proof of many things. They are proof that you have lived. And Healed. That you have been in a battle, or at least an incident. And that you have fought and you have survived. I think that if you have scars it means that you are a brave, hardworking person. Who has endured wounds and pain and has kept on going anyway. I think that it is better to have scars than to have a smooth, untouched, unfettered surface of a skin... that endorses beauty products. If anything, scars enhance your beauty. Especially if you are a woman, in a battlefield of men.  Especially if you have earned it fighting a battle. And even if you have lost the battle, you still have your scar. You have won that scar. And you are still alive. It means that you still have another battle in you.
Scarves are lovely too. They prove nothing really, they do nothing, other than comfort you of course. Or caress you on a windy evening. Carry your tears and maybe snot. A scarf has beautified  your neck, and it has tied your hair. You are not just an accessory. In the grand scheme of things you are a memoir. A favourite colour. A gift. A symbol of strength and beauty. A scarf sometimes carries blood .. when used to to tie a wound. Sweat.. if it is tied around the forehead when working in the sun. A scarf around the wrist could mean loss and pain and vulnerability. Still, it is also a symbol of strength and solidarity. Because, maybe, that scarf is hiding a scar behind it. And maybe when that scarf flies off into the wind, the scar shines. It shines into the night that you will survive and the next morning, it will be the morning itself.   It will be the gift you have given yourself. Another day. Another flight. It could be another scar, or a scarf fragrant with your breath. And your breath will still linger in its folds when you decide, enough is enough.  And you pick up that scarf and tear it to tiny pieces... As many pieces as your heart broke into when he left. Or when they did not believe in you. Or when your hard work did not pay off.  And all those pieces will fly off into the breeze as ashes of your long lost love. You thank the love and you thank the ashes. Most of all you thank your scars. For they will always be the remainder and the reminder of what you have endured and what you can endure. You do not need to carry the ashes any more. The scar is enough. The scarf will take care of the rest.