Scars

I used to be self conscious of my scars.

The kids at school would call me Frankenstein.

I remember feeling flawed.

Yesterday at the salon, I was asked how I got the scars on my forehead.

I told her about the wreck, my stepdad, and my brother,

and how I was 5.

I told her how lucky I felt that we all survived.

With so much compassion in her voice,

 she looked at me and said,

"Sweetie you are here for a purpose.

 That is not a scar.

That! Is a badge of honor."

xoxo

💝