My Scars, My Scars

I love my scars. They're a part of what makes me feel feel beautiful. I love my scars. Each and every line tells a story, like a book unfolding on my skin. I love my story. Each and every word is beautiful. My scars are beautiful. They tell my story. Each and every line, each and every word. My book, unfolding before me in every single scar, beautiful and true. I love my scars they cover my heart. They are my armor, reminding my heart to always beat strong and true and to never ever let my scars define me but instead wear them proudly as proof of hard times passed and many, many life lessons learned. I love my scars. They make me feel beautiful and strong. They tell my story and my story is beautiful. I am beautiful. My scars are beautiful and my life is beautiful. I love my scars. Because I could have lost my life from these scars. I love my scars. Because I'll here today. I love my scared Because instead of dieing I got some scars. I love my scars. My scars are beautiful and my life is beautiful today and that's more than I could ask for.