One day on the train in the Atlanta airport, I noticed a woman idly staring at my scars while I held onto a strap. I decided then to cover them, after flirting with the idea for years. I was done telling strangers about a past self without speaking a word. 

Researching styles and designs was overwhelming. I eventually decided to choose a highly-regarded local artist, tell him a few things I liked, and let him create what he wanted. Not only did he blow my mind with a gorgeous collage design, he was kind, gracious, and sensitive to what I anticipated may be a vulnerable and embarrassing situation. He gave me the gift of life-changing beauty, when all I expected was simple camouflage.