This little zinger got me down deep tonight. I have some scars on my hands that remind me of being a silly kid and feeling invincible. I have one on my elbow from the top of a hanger that caught me back in the 90's sometime. I can remember the scar on my finger-I always kind of liked that it looked like I got stitches (even though I didn't).
The scars of my marriage can't be seen though right now I'm dealing with some wicked hair loss due to stress. Most of those are internal-mental, emotional and some physical struggles that I am facing head on knowing full well they might not ever be eradicated completely.
That has to be ok. Life is wonderful. The scars are part of me. And though I don't like what happened, they have made me into who I now see when I look in the mirror. I like her.