My scar is far less visible than my natural stretchmarks. It doesn't say much when I look at it. It doesn't hide, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't sadden me, or make me smile. It is there and accepted neutrally.
My scar feels hard and tight to touch, with soft squishy cushions of belly on either side.
My external visible scar means almost nothing to me, it is numb. My emotional scar, strangely detached from the physical, rages like fire, hurts, saddens, weighs heavily... hides occasionally, but continues to reappear when touched.