My English 111 classes recently read Alice Walker’s “Beauty: When the Other Dancer Is the Self,” which revolves around an eye injury a young Walker received at the hands of her brother. As a result her eye is a “. . . glob of whitish scar tissue, a hideous cataract . . .” (Kirszner and Mandell 36). The scar in question inevitably results in Walker’s self-loathing until her two-year-old daughter inspects the eye with childish wonder and reveals to Walker, “‘Mommy, there’s a world in your eye'” (40).
So, for the purposes of this Writing Workshop Wednesdays, I want YOU, the writer, to tell YOUR Life in Scars either visually as in the picture or in the below comments section.