not all scars are metaphors
-I see myself sitting on top of the lid in the school bathroom so that the others would not notice that I had no classmates to be with at recess.
not all scars are romanticized
- other days I would start walking all over the school as if I had somewhere to go for the same reason.
not all scars are shared
-I would cry at the end of recess but I would put eye drops in my eyes so no one would know.
not all scars remain
- one day my parents organized a very nice party with an inflatable at my grandmother's house and only my best friend, my neighbor and my family arrived.
my scars are tiny on my face, but they were heavy for many years
now I don't have a neighbor, I don't do birthday parties anymore, but I feel so much love now that I can hug that little hurt girl in time to tell her that there are better people, that not all scars hurt forever.
Photographers: Julia Tröndle
I watch videos of the country where I am going to live. I sing Joan Sebastian while I dance like Nathy Peluso and drink like Jenni Rivera. When I'm bored I pick someone from wherever I am to imagine how I would pick them up and try to guess how good they are in bed.