"the scars... they are my stripes."
I don’t want to be ashamed of my scars.
I don’t wanna be forced to hide them.
People stare. give me nasty looks. Look at me with disgust and they judge me…
Think I’m just trying to get attention. But I honestly hate attention.
Yes it’s disgusting….
But my scars are like the stripes of a Tiger.
What make Him Unique. What makes Him Beautiful.
So, No. I won’t be ashamed of my scars. Won’t Hide them.
They are my stripes.
To show… That i survived, that I DO have Strength and Courage.
That I Am… Beautiful.
Every scar I have, is there for a reason. Every one tells a story. A story most people don’t want to hear.
People may think I am weak because I cut myself but my scars show the opposite.
They Show that I have Strength and Courage . Because I am still here! I am still fighting, when I could have given up long ago.
I Am Fighting!
Fighting a fight that some people can’t understand. That they Don’t want to unde
rstand! Because they know that it’s too hard!
So Yes. I Am Strong!
And even with the scars, I Am Beautiful.
The Scars…
They Are My Stripes.
Look at a Tiger.
You can not say that He is not Beautiful.
