I have scars. Scars from surgeries, scars from pets, scars from being super clumsy and scars I’ve given myself.
Some tell stories of pain, some tell storied of joy, some tell stories of love some tell stories of fear.
But all of them are here for a reason. Whatever bad things I’ve survived, I walked away with a battle wound. They remind me of who I was. Who I am. Who I will be.
Scars tell so many stories…