Scars🌹

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In my teenage years, I remember wanting to have acnes on my face. Yes. You know, in those years (and even now still), I had this small body. Or maybe, let's just say, I was in class with people who looked more mature than I was. 

In those years, among my peers, signs of maturity were not just in hips and bursts.They were also in the spotted marks here and there on your face, a testimony of acnes that have come and gone. Those times having a small body seemed like a curse. Where your peers go to and are respected, go there, your case would certainly be different, because you will not just be called a child, you will also be treated as one. And of course, at this time, we wanted to be adults more than the adults. 

But, there was a slight variation though for some other people. These ones, they had small bodies, no obvious shape anywhere, and then they had pimples. For these ones, when it was time to argue on who was older and who was not, or probably whose opinion was to matter more in an argument, they were usually excused with, "ah ah! Can't you see the pimples on her face. She is not a small girl oooo. She senior you die!"  Meanwhile, the person in question might just be your age mate or someone you are actually older than. 

So, in other words, at this time, it was a fashionable thing among my peers to acknowledge maturity with either acne scars or the acne itself. Whenever they saw their mates spurting out acne tips, their first reaction was always like a ritual, a kind of, accepting you into the sisterhood and brotherhood of upcoming adults, "ah! See the pimples on Jojo's face ooo! This guy don dey grow ooooo! You no be small boy again oooo!"

Bear in mind anyways, their hailing you as part of them does not stop them from ridiculing you as ugly if the acne becomes too much. That is humans for you. We are together, but in the case of any issue, "on your own," and "as you were," everybody awaa.  

As an adult, I have acnes now, the scars too as numerable as the stars of the sky, but the feeling is nowhere close to pleasant. 

P.S: this is just a story. I wanted to bring out something from this story using scars, but then again I was like, why not just let this be what it is - a beautiful story that can be subject to any interpretation. The "bringing out" can wait. There will always be plenty chances to do that later.