Many people prefer to hide their scars and stretchmarks not keeping in mind that they make us who we are. We are all born the same: an empty canvas which awaits what life brings upon us and which can be showcased to our grandchildren. Yes, scars remind us of the times we learned and stretchmarks remind us of the times we grew.
Physical scars from childhood reminding us not to take that route, not to climb that tree, and not to play with those kids. Physical scars from adulthood reminding us not to take that route (yes, again), not to forget the seat belt, and not to talk to that guy. Emotional scars from childhood and during adulthood reminding us that best friends may change, boyfriends may cheat, and loved ones may die. Scars that represent lessons in life, that tell a story of where we have been and where we once longed to be. Scars tattooed all over our bodies and souls making us human.
Scars that cannot be covered.
And stretchmarks. Representing the times we changed and grew: gaining weight after high school, losing weight when you realize that weight you gained was a bit too much, growing less confident, growing more confident, pregnancy and motherhood, changing what we believe, changing who we believe, changing who we are. All those changes are changes to our skin and our minds. Not accepting to change means that we are made out of stone and are no humans. Not all change is evident but a simple change makes a big difference in our humanity.
I do not wish to hide my scars nor my stretchmarks. On the contrary, I wish to show everyone all my wounds, to show how alike we are and how human we can be. I accept the lessons in my life and thank the growth that they brought upon me: work less, love more, and be gentle.
September 4, 2017 at 10:04 pm
Wow! Just saw another perspective to a lot of things. Thanks for this piece.
September 4, 2017 at 10:05 pm
It’s been on my mind for a few days. Glad you enjoyed it 😊