Over the past four years I have learned that a persons curiosity may be attracted to the scars that one may have rather than the person that is associated with them. My scars belong to me, they are mine, I take full ownership of them, for they represent the pain that can come from this life. My scars do not hide, they are not bashful, they are arrogant and conscious of what they represent, for they represent strength, patience, durability, endurance, and faith. I must admit, there are some scars that are not as boastful or arrogant, they stay hidden deep within the confines of the mind, they are the scars that one cannot see, scars unnoticed, camouflaged within the emotional insecurities that can develop mentally from the curiosity of others.
“I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, My soul knows this very well.”
You have set me free…..