Me: Hello, Scar.
Scar: I prefer Incision.
Me: Hello, Incision.
Incision: Hello, Kgirl. How have you been feeling lately?
Me: You oughta know.
Incision: Well, if you’re asking me, you’re feeling perfect. 100%. I believe I am healing like a champ and giving you no problems whatsoever.
Me: I guess if we’re splitting hairs, it’s not you, it’s your invisible counter-part inside my body that still acts up every now and then.
Incision: Perhaps, but that too will heal, to be remembered only when attempting the trickiest of Yoga postures.
Me: Or every time I look at the baby.
Incision: Strictly a reminder of the trials we endure to receive the greatest of trophies.
Me: You are quite the philosopher, Incision.
Incision: Precisely. I am like a permanent smile upon your body. You’re lucky to have me, actually. I am a beacon of positivity.
Me: I didn’t need a permanent smile upon my body. Luckily, you will fade and I’m never wearing a bikini again, so you won’t see the light of day much.
Incision: Plus, your rather large paunch will keep me hidden from the rest of the world.
Me: Forget you, Scar. I’m going to talk to Blocked Milk Duct.