I think that I finally wrote about them the way I wanted. 
For twenty years, since I became me, Keloids have been part of me. They have grown up with me, strengthen with me, and became indestructible with me. However, for twenty years, I have refused to accept them as part of me. Everyday and every time that I see them, I regard them as unwanted parasites inhabiting my body, feeding on my soul; I considered them unwelcomed rodents that destruct anything that would have been a splendid feature of mine; I see them as a bright orange and tacky objects seating on top of beauty and attracting all unwanted attentions followed by curiosity, a lot of questions. They are not only figuratively and unfashionably disfiguring but they, besides destroying what could have been a beautiful me, generate electrifying pains that live pass their indestructible nest and through the fragile and reluctant heart of mine. It is an annoying feeling to live with something you considered demonically wrong.
I have this theory about what I thought God thought about when he was creating me. For the Keloids, even though it has been said that the chest and shoulders are their common locations, I think (not believe) that god thought through it very well. My theory is that he, the almighty, placed them there to reinforce grace, sophistication and conservation of the self just like I think he, the almighty, didn’t give me body hair because if he did, I would be the hairiest living being (because I would not care for them .)
The sad part in all this is, I am sure that, even with all the pain they come with, I would have loved them if they were the fashion.
