I can tell a lot about a person by how they react to my scars. Some can’t take the sight, either from too much empathy or too little. The former wince or tear up, and the latter sneer or shy away as if the wounds might be contagious. Then there are those who work too hard to pretend they’re unaffected, as if not reacting proves what a good person they are. They laugh too loud at everything I say and constantly compliment me on things like my hair or eyes.
