We live in a world where physical perfection is praised.  If you think about it, all the models on magazine covers are probably  air brushed and digitally made over so really we’re looking up to an image which really doesn’t exist.  But this isn’t a blog entry about body image, well maybe it is.

But coming through an illness, sometimes you come out with scars.

I know I have some and I think for awhile I looked at them as a terrible reminder of bad times.  The sight of them just evoked a bitter feeling that I still have to bear the consequences of a battle I took part in against my very own body.

But if there is one fight you need to make peace with, it is probably the fight against yourself.  Not like you can slam the door, run away or cut off yourself, but can you imagine if we could..hahaha..  I recently have been able to look in the mirror and just be happy. I have my bad days but overall I’m on great terms with my body, and my overall genetic coding which might not be perfect but hey I got a killer personality out of it.

I wanted to share this sentence from a book I just read.  It has nothing to do with illness but reading it articulated perfectly how we should view our scars.

I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly.  That is what the scar maker wants us to think.  But you and I we must make an agreement to defy them.  We must see all scars as beauty.  Okay?  This will be our secret.  Beacause take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying.  A scar mean, I survived.” Little Bee, Chris Cleave

I now can look at my scars as war wounds, and now I look at them and remind myself that I won, I was victorious and look at how far I’ve come.

~ One of the Many Voices of Pink Inspires