EVERYONE HAS SCARS!
Though not all of them can be seen. But those of us who have visible scars face unpleasant curiosity of people around and frequent rejection of themselves. They say scars adorn men, but what should women do? It is much more difficult for them to see their own beauty and uniqueness and accept their body as it is.
While shooting we talked a lot about the origins of their scars with the characters of my project. Some joked and laughed at absurd coincidences, others cried reliving hard moments. Some said that scars were a lesson that life had taught them. Some said it was a punishment for ridiculous mistakes.
One shall not be ashamed of scars or hate them. They show us that the past actually existed, no matter how complicated it was. Scars are healed wounds and they don’t hurt anymore. They simply exist. They taught my characters a lot and stayed with them as a memory. They give exceptional beauty to female body. Scars are history, and history can’t be rewritten.
" I was 7. The house was being renovated, and building materials were strewn all over the yard. I loitered around on the street and stumbled over a cement pole with rebar sticking out of it. I only started crying when I saw that my whole arm was broken. I still remember that white layer of fat. I grew up with my scar. I don't even notice it now."
"This is the third scar on the same spot, so it doesn't bother me at all. After giving birth, I needed a surgery. I had a diastasis. It lowers the internal organs, which leads to a number of unpleasant consequences. The scar, of course, could have been smaller, but I decided to combine the removal of the diastasis with making myself a flat, beautiful belly. Everything turned out to be fine."
"The body is my tool. I used to be a professional dancer. And also - a snowboard! I fell down 4 days before going back home! Lost consciousness. Closed fracture, shattered bone. I stayed at a French hospital where no one even spoke English. I felt endless pain and fear. I was doing step dance, so I could continue after I got back. And, by the way, the French sewed it up nicely."
"I have a congenital heart disease. When I was eleven, my mother overreacted, and I had a surgery. It was possible to make an incision under my rib, but they cut my rib cage. I'm still not sure whether this operation was necessary. Then I bought a motorcycle. There were no accidents, I gradually became bolder and I started driving without protection. A jeep didn’t notice me. A hard blow to the side. And the collarbone shattered. I always tried to hide my scars and lived with this complex for a very long time. "
"It was an ordinary Russian countryside mosquito. Then infection and operating table followed. To be honest, I was very afraid of amputation – so, I can say, I got off with a slight fright.
From time to time on the beach or in a swimming-pool people stared at my leg, which made me feel terribly discomfortable. I was thinking about a plastic surgery or a tattoo to make the scar more aesthetic. But then I accepted it. This is my distinctive feature! As my husband says: "You are definitely not to be confused with anyone!"
"At the age of 13, I got a stomach ache. It turned out to be appendicitis. I had it cut out. But couldn't it have been sewn up more carefully? They saw that it was a young girl. They made it carelessly, just like for all the grandmothers with whom I lay in the ward afterwards. Now I hardly even notice my scar. But before, of course, I was very ashamed and hid it!»