They’re often seen as flaws or imperfections, yet no woman is spared from accumulating a roadmap of scars throughout their lives, tracing their journeys through the world and serving as reminders of past adventures – or misadventures. MC meets women who have learned how to embrace their unique, beautiful scars.
By: Hanna Alkaf
Melissa Ang, 25 Talent Acquisition Associate
Three years ago, on New Year’s Eve, I was walking from my car to a house party at about 11pm when I was stopped by two men on a motorcycle. The man on the back of the bike came down immediately with a parang. I freaked out and tried to run but slipped and fell on the ground instead. I felt a sharp pain on my right knee and knew right away that there was no way that I could escape from them. The man swung his parang nervously towards me and demanded my handbag – and I gave it to him, and they quickly made off.
I went to the doctor later that night and found out that I fell on rocky ground and that my knee was badly wounded because of the rocks on the ground. The resulting scar is on my right knee, and it is about 2.5cm wide.
In general, people are quite respectful about it and are polite in asking about the scar. And, they are usually shocked to hear the story and are curious to know more about the snatch theft case – where it happened, what was in my bag, whether I made a police report.
It was difficult to accept the fact that I have this huge scar at first, but I have gradually learnt to see this as part of my life story – a reminder of the fact that I’ve survived a snatch theft, and I am thankful that nothing worse actually happened that day.
Thanks to this experience, I have learnt to be more vigilant, and to avoid walking on the streets at night. I’ve also learnt to be thankful – I have never thought that I would be in a life threatening situation as such before, and this has certainly taught me to appreciate life.
Lydia Kwan, 26 Copywriter
My friend and I were at Batu Ferringhi and we wanted to go parasailing together. She, being physically bigger than me, was strapped behind me. As we were tied to each other, we had to run in sync so that we’d lift off seamlessly. While the boat picked up speed, our legs got tangled up, and the both of us fell onto the horribly rough sand. I was pinned down by my friend, but the boat kept getting faster and I was dragged along the beach before finally being lifted up into the air by the parachute. Once we were in the air, I said to my friend, “Hey something really stings on my feet.” She replied, “Just shut up and enjoy the view!” As a result of that little misadventure, I have five scars: three burn marks on my left foot and two on my right.
People cringe a lot when they hear my story. Most of them say that I should’ve done the sport alone, or that the people mending the boat should’ve been more responsible – they didn’t even come to my aid!
Having said that, I love my scars and would never think of hiding them. I wear it like a badge. No matter how a person gets a scar, it becomes permanently stuck to them. It’s part of them. It becomes part of what makes them, them. If you strive for perfection with your body, you’re going to have to put up with incessant “I wish I didn’t…” and “If only I could magically…” thoughts that will make you lose your sleep, positivity and sanity.