Scars

Scars... We all have them... Some visible and some not. Some on our skin and, some in our minds and hearts. They leave "indelible marks" which constantly remind us of the past. The fire of the wounds past dies, but the embers, of the scar, still burn from time to time. We can try to hide them, but we can't change the fact that we have them or erase the stories behind them. Despite our denial, our scars are part of us and have made us who we are. We can be bitter and wear our scars with spite and shame, or we can be proud and wear them as symbols of triumph over darker times...

...when I see her lying naked in bed with her tangled hair, serene face, her curves, her glowing skin...and her scars, she looks beautiful! The scars are not imperfections. They are indeed a sign of perfection, as they tell the story of a woman who has embraced, endured and triumphed the darker times of her life elegantly and bravely.  She is beautiful not despite the scars, but because of them.