In my Cyberfeminism class this semester we are reading an old hypertext fiction from the 90’s about the female “monster” that Frankenstein began. In this hypertext, Mary Shelley finishes the creation and this is the story of Her, the Patchwork Girl. It’s amazing. Has a lot to do with learning to piece yourself together and learning to accept your scars, inside and out.
I wanted to share this quote with you all. I feel like stretch marks are a strange sort of scar, they seem less strong than regular skin, the opposite of most scars. But I think being a mother makes you more tender inside, more sensitive to the world.
Here’s the full quote:
“You’re right, I did pity you, but no longer,” I said, “because I see that your scars not only mark a cut, they commemorate a joining.”
“More than that, she said. “Scar tissue does more than flaunt its strength by chronicling the assaults it has withstood. Scar tissue is new growth. And it is tougher than skin innocent of the blade.”