I just took a good long look at the mirror moments ago and noticed my imperfections physically. I have scars here and there, memories of my childhood days. Ew.
So how do these scars make me beautiful?
Actually, physically they don't.. It was a subject of criticism way back in grade school and as I grow older, I learned just to laugh about it. Thanks to air stockings that I sometimes use when I need to wear short dresses and skirts. ;p
However, these scars helped me accept my own skin and be comfortable with myself. I am not flawless, and this goes not just physically...
For my age, I already had a good dose of pain and was able to deal with it well. I became wounded, so badly that I began to hate myself. But time, really heals all wounds... Eventually I accepted the unaccepted, and let my wounds heal on their own.
I am beautiful. I should know. Because my scars made me who I am now. A much much better me.
...
The scars that I have may have healed ages ago, but the scar I have created to other people is just too deep and may take a while to heal. And even if it has, the mark is still there and will always be there.
For that I am sorry.
No comments:
Post a Comment