A scar is like a photograph. It’s evidence of an event. It’s a reminder of a feeling. It’s proof that you existed. Its a story to tell. The older they get the more they fade. A scar is like a second chance. It’s the end result of a healed wound. It proves more than a photograph because you carry it with you everywhere. It proves you are still alive. And unlike photographs, we hide our scars. We are embarrassed and scared to show the world what we went through. Were afraid to show what we survived. Well I want you to know that your scars aren’t ugly. They’re beautiful because they are a part of you. Whether your wounds were self inflicted, accidental, from someone hurting you, or even from surgery, I want you to know that you are a survivor. You’re not a freak. Scars fade, wisdom doesn’t. Our skin is merely a shell that holds what is really important inside of us. Our souls.