Tue, 27 April 2010
"There is a wonderment in scars, the remnant of a body able to heal itself," writes Becca Cahall. "I love that my skin has chosen to retain memories that I might have otherwise have forgotten." We've all got them. War wounds. Battle scars. We get them from crashing bikes in the woods, surgeon's scalpels and cheese grating falls on granite. If you look back at each scar, each of them tells an incredible story, tales to share around campfires and over beers. The real incredible thing is that we chose to see what we want in our wounds and in others. We look past them to the emotion and memory behind them. The become the physical diary of our lives.
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loves how I relish in delight as I tell the stories about how
I earned my scars. It is so true that our scars are road maps
of who we are...the tales they tell, the journies they remind us of and how I feel they reflect our inner strength & beauty. The thing I love most about my scars is how they reflect who I have become & what it has taken to get to get here.
Thanks for the story.
Thanks for the short I really enjoyed it.







