I think black is white, I think bitter is sweet and I think pain is pleasure.
I think war is peace, I think death is life, and I think scars are beautiful!
Invisible in daylight, hidden from the world, buried beneath our superficial demeanor, concealed by beauteous smiles, revealing only our pearly whites! – Are our scars.
Veiled under cloaks, covered up in pretty dresses, tucked away in baggies, kept-hidden in hoodies, masked behind dark metallic sunshades – Are our scars.
Your scars, my scars – are symbols of the hurt we once bore. Scars that itch and burn in our lowest states, causing a gush of agonizing pangs and painful reminders!
Blackmail! Sexual Abuse! Violent-Marital Relationships! Retrenchment! Verbal Abuse! Emotional Abuse! Demotions! Rustications! Abortions! Rejections! Betrayals!
Clearly, our scars are intense stories of pain, grief, agony, truth and triumph. Our scars are just like tattoos but with deeper significances and better stories.
So this will be our little agreement:
We will all say our scars are beautiful, because… come to think of it, a scar does not form on the dead; a scar means you battled and you survived!
Psychological, emotional, physical scars -whatever its nature, our scars entail that the cut is closed, the wound is healed, the hurt is over, the pain is gone and you the survivor still lives!
This here, is what makes our scars beautiful.
Outfit: A white crop top & a High-waisted check-skirt; complimented with dark shades and a pair of red Kelsh Dagger shoes (not captured here, sorry) 🙂