Scars To Your Beautiful

My scars are a part of me,

They’re a part of my personality,

They keep me free,

Even though they are my abnormality.

Each one showcases a war,

Won by me, year after year,

Each one reflects my bravery,

While facing my fear.

I am proud of them,

They signify a life, well spent.

The past has been dealt with,

I can handle my present.

My scars are beautiful,

Cause they’re my truth,

It’s a constant reminder,

That my life was eventful.

Hiding or avoiding,

Isn’t the answer,

Staying and fighting,

Is the right way of living.

I don’t care what people say,

I don’t care what society says,

My scars are a valid part of me.

For now – forever and always.