there is beauty in our scars
the ring around my ankle that was so swollen from a snapping rubber band
that it became a permanent pale red reminder
the scars on the place where my hips connect to my stomach
and they are ugly,
companions to knee-scrape scars and inner-thigh stretch marks
but we are alive
we are alive and your scars are beautiful
because you are here and material and yes, you have the proof
you carry evidence of your struggle every day that you live
and i am astoundingly proud of you for it
because you're here
and you made it
and maybe you've only won a battle
haven't won the war yet
but i have faith in you more than i ever did in anything else
and i believe you can do it if the time comes that you decide it is worth it
and it will be hard
and it will be miserable
but i promise,
as someone beginning to fight their way to the other side,
it is worth it.
and i'm here.
and i believe so strongly in you.
so believe in yourself,
in the beauty of the marks you carry
of what they represent
because you've made it this far -
your scars are the love notes your problems leave on your body
but they are also trophies
and your trophies they shall be.