Emotional scars, the scars on our hearts—It is time to redefine what we are proud of—scars declare, I suffered harm and loss, yet I lived.

I went from this….

To this:

and then this…..

For the last 9 years, I’ve allowed my scars to define my self worth. I’ve seen myself as less than because of them. I remember looking in the mirror before I lost my breast and feeling confident, sexy and desirable. After my surgery, I suddenly felt unworthy. I was no longer smart enough, sexy enough, pretty enough or good enough. The scars on my heart were treated the same way. I viewed myself as broken and unworthy of anyone’s love.

It’s taken me a while but I realize that my scars are proof that I won the battle. I may have given up occasionally but I didn’t give in. I kept going. I lived. Some scars remind us of what’s loss but if you try to see them for what they really are, you’ll also see what you’ve gained.

JMS