Scars mark you out, sometimes in a bad way, but also in a good way. The fear is that scarring closes doors, but actually it can open them; you just need to let it. I don’t see my scars when I look in the mirror, but I know other people do. I know they’re looking at me because I look different. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to not be noticed. More than anything, you have to fight the temptation to shut doors. It feels scary, but if you can do that, you, and everyone else, will always end up in a better place. The scars belong to you. You don’t belong to them.