Thursday, April 18, 2024

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
💝



 

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