I remember most as a child wasn't the happiest, but the most triggering. Shenzhen – a southern city in China – where I grew up, had many mosquitoes. Skin allergies from mosquito bites left me with all those small dotted-like scars on my legs. The comment I heard most as I growing up was about my legs. When I was playing with other kids, adults dragged the kids away and said, "Look at her leg, is it some kind of contagious disease?" I tried to argue, but what kind of an adult listens to a child's explanation? From then on, I stopped wearing skirts, shorts, and sandals, even in 100-degree Fahrenheit weather. The only time I exposed my legs in public was in the swimming pool – under the water. These scars have always been with me, I realized that as I slowly accept them and treat them as a real part of my body, others will also accept them. I stopped. I stopped hiding my scars, yet I started to like them, they made me who I am. There are more than just those scars on my body, they might be ugly, but my mother gave birth to me and I have to learn how to love my body. At an age like a flower, these marks also bloomed on me like flowers.

I used a combination of video and photographs to show a process of self-loving and documenting my change in mentally. From trying to hide the scars on the leg to let the scars to bloomed like flowers. They are a part of me, and they made me unique.