A lot of people do not like scars. But to me, every scar tells a story. Each has a memory, good or bad. With these little white scars fading, i feel like the meanings gone. The reason why is disappearing. Not that i can personally ever forget. unlike most, i don’t regret those scars. It was my choice and i know my reasons. I don’t want the little white lines to become invisible, because they remind me everyday of the me i want to be and how far I’ve come. Of how long its been since i have even considered adding another line to the list. I don’t regret it because at one time it mattered, it was important, it made sense. I just know i am better than that. And the scars are a reminder, everyday, of what i am to be. What i can be if i truly want, if i try. And sometimes, the healed cuts scream at me “you can do it!”.
And i just smile.
i know i can. And i will.