My Scars!

Most people think or assume-
Scars are the symbol of weakness.
A loss of self control,
Or just a bad memory,
Or traumas- huge unbearable traumas!
Rarely, some consider it as a fashion.
Enraged hormones perhaps.
Of course, there’s some truth to that
Then, they blame it on the generation.
Ah! This generation!
As far as I know-
Generation is a fruit.
A fruit of previous one.
But sure, blame it on us.

For me though,
Scars are a lot of things.
First, they are speakers-
Loud speakers of the anguish inside,
Resurfacing of pain on the outside.

Scars are beautiful!
Beautiful marks given for survivors.
It means you fought the battle-
And actually won!
So, medals for a brave person-
After such an intense emotional war.
You survived,
You’re still here, existing!

Scars could be anything, but not mistakes,
They’re not just dead tissues.
They’re beautiful,
Not like make ups, of course.
So much better than make ups actually,
Or dry inks even.
Scars are gorgeous,
Perfect in their own way.
They speak louder than words.
They can be seen more than tears.
They can be heard more than screams.
They mimic the immense pain!

So for me, my scars-
Made me who I am today!
I’m rather proud than ashamed.
They manifest the battles I survived.
If you wanna judge, go ahead and judge.
You can’t make me ashamed though,
You can’t make me embarrassed.
They are my proudest clothin’
I wore them everyday,
With pride and bravery.
My scars- my beautiful clothes!

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Inspired by my one and only feminist friend, the first audience of my works, who encouraged me to write and the first person to make me feel ease about my scars. Very grateful my dear❤,you know who you’re 🙂

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Dedicated to:
All those who struggle with self harming in any form. Remember, you have scars means, you’ve survived it. Proud of you!!