Scars

The women slashed their faces with sharp razors, once on the right cheek, and sometimes on the left side too. It caught on and became the fashion. When done right the razor cut became a scar, and the woman become an instant member of the scar clan. Their daughters took it further, slashing their thighs and calves and upper and lower arms and bellies and buttocks, displaying their marked bodies on the beach. That was when the scar clan mythology began spreading through the culture. In time, whenever people dented their cars, scratched their wooden floors, chipped a tooth, knocked over a bottle of ink, they celebrated these moments, without sadness or anger. To scar accidentally or deliberately was to claim and celebrate life, to display and create a place where spirits can escape and new growth can step in.