As I opened the fridge, there it was—
my pear, bruised and staring back at me.
We locked eyes, or so it seemed,
each of us worn, each a little scarred.
I knew exactly how it felt,
damaged, but somehow still whole.
Not perfect, no—marked from its journey,
a little beaten, a little bent.
In its quiet way, it understood me too,
how we carry on despite the scars,
still sweet, still whole in our way,
not flawless, but enough.
Inspired by my pear, this photo project sought to juxtapose how some of us feel. A little worn, scarred, bruised, but that doesn’t stop us from throwing on a patch and cracking on.
Our scars are proof that we are stronger than the challenges we have faced. If you have scars, you’ve likely had adventures, challenges, high highs and low lows - a life worth living.
I hope you can relate to my damaged goods and next time you see a beat up apple, just say ‘me too friend’.
Luke