No I am not ashamed of my scars. They are simple reminders of risks I took, of failures I survived, of some lessons learned and several battles won. They are short chapters carrying brief stories that when put together will create a book of history. They are little proofs of my where-have-been’s, of what-have-done’s, of choices I made and decisions I stood by. They tell of tales about courage and stubbornness, about love and craziness, about strength and weakness. They speak of moments of living, of trying, of striving. Be proud of your scars. You become the better version of who you used to be because of them.
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