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ACCEPTING ONESELF🥰
Why must I tailor my appearance
to fit their fleeting ideals of beauty?
Today, as I stand before the mirror, the tired scars etched upon my reflection tell stories that words often fail to capture.
They are the silent witnesses of years spent grappling with the chaos that life threw my way.
Each scar carries the weight of memory – some born of mistakes that left their mark, others the enduring lessons carved through hardship.
I don’t regret these scars, for they are more than mere blemishes on my skin; they are the chronicles of my resilience.
They speak of battles fought, fears confronted, and the unwavering courage to rise again.
They remind me that even in moments of pain and failure, growth was always waiting in the shadows, urging me to learn, to change, and to keep moving forward.
These scars, though tired, are not symbols of defeat but of survival. They whisper the truth about a life lived fully, with its joys and its storms, and they reassure me that every mark holds its meaning – a step in the journey toward becoming who I am today.
