Although my scars have been covered with tattoos, I have recently been noticing that they tell a beautiful story. A story of strength and triumph.
I spoke with a young girl last night who had just cut herself, still ripe with both the physical and emotional pain. I didn’t know this girl, but I loved her so, my heart bled for her. She said “how can anyone understand me?” My scars showed her that at least one person could.
In that moment I became thankful for my scars, thankful for the moments that caused me such pain; that I, little insignificant me, had something useful to share with others. I survived so that I could love people who feel like they have nothing left. I love you all. Feel your scars and be proud of what you have overcome.
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I’ve been taught that you can never do or say a good thing too often, so I have to repeat myself.
You are far from insignificant. You’ve already made a significant impact on me, in a very short amount of time. You seem like a wonderful person, and you obviously have a whole lot to offer people. Thank you 🙂
No, thank you Blue.