#9: Palimpsest Theory

On existing in layers

Ten years ago, when I traveled to England, I noticed my acne scars for the first time while in the Cotswold, sitting in a bathtub. They were like dozens of freckles—there, beneath the vanity’s light, as water dripped from the faucet onto my feet. I followed their outlines with my finger, contorting my body so that I could assess each one. Though most of…