I was worried that my scars wouldn't be visible in the photos, which is ironic because I spent years hiding them and hoping they wouldn't be seen.
I made some new friends a while back who asked about the scars, then were wonderfully disinterested after I said 'they were from ages ago' and left it at that. That gave me permission somehow to be less interested in noticing the scars too.
For self-harm scars being a result of a very internal process, they shape your external presence a lot; either as you hide them or hide behind them like armour.
Like losing my shadow, I'd feel a bit lonely if my scars were gone; but the proposition also seems absurd to consider. I quite respect my scars now, as a record of my history; but I no longer feel defined by them.