scars...

...are a gift

but more often - are viewed as a curse - both by the individual - as well as the world at large - which i find an absolute pity - not to mention a shame

i grew up being bullied - in a way - mocked because of my looks - my nose was too large - thanks to family trait - i also ran on the large size - and for whatever reason - as a girl, being chubby wasn’t acceptable - there was a rather mean circle - of kids who constantly harassed me - because of how i looked - what i wore - the way my face was shaped - you name it - they picked on me for it - it was endless and of course - it helped to shape - the person i am today

one who understands those who did that - simply don’t understand their own selves - or who they are - are not comfortable with self expression - or came from homes - which may have been broken - i don’t know - i forgive them for childhood - ignorance and not knowing better - at the time - but i don’t forgive adults who - continue to bully now - in our society - those who mock - and make fun of others - who may struggle with an outward scar - or deformity or whatever

as with this flower - what did you notice first? - its beauty or the scar - true the scar isn’t that big - it doesn’t always have to be - but they are badges of honor - for many people - signifying a battle won - a journey taken - and thus should be respected - not ridiculed by others - i have many scars - both visible and invisible which i - consider to be a gift - given to me by life - each one has enabled me - the ability to make it...

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happy day.....