Scars

I know I've changed. I realized it even more today when I looked at my bruises and scars. I used to be so proud when I had a bad cut or bruise, showing it off to anyone and everyone. I was so prideful. At the fact that I had survived, made it through some sort of pain, it made me feel stronger. It made me feel like I looked stronger to others too, which for some reason was and still is extremely important to me.

When I looked at my scars and bruises today it was as if I was ashamed to have so many. I felt the need to cover some up because they make me look more pathetic and weak, rather than the strong from before. I realize I need to be proud of these scars and bruises, because what I've survived this time around is much more than the little scratches I got from climbing trees and falling off my bike when I was little.