Love your Scars

Everyday I am reminded of how I enjoyed my childhood, not because I remember every single play time that I had but because I always see something that reminds me of them - my scars.

When I reached adolescence, I started hating those scars. I hated how I would just wear jeans instead of trying out mini skirts and shorts. I hated having to see them every single day while changing clothes and wearing my school uniform. I hated trying every single ointment available just make them disappear. I hated how people would ask me how I got each and every scar. And then I realized, my scars made me very insecure, and timid.

It’s not until my college years that I learned to love and embrace those scars, and not until now that I am able to define it differently.

Scars are the little scratches that made your life.

It could be a grammatical error your boss noticed while presenting a report that he asked you to make, and in which you were reprimanded. Or a missing P 1,500.00 on a financial statement that you did that made you question your efficiency. Or a misunderstanding you had with your best friend that scarred a 10-year friendship. Or a break up that you did not expect that really affected you emotionally. Or a loss of a loved one, whom you really rely to.

Thinking about these little scratches might get you frustrated and horrified about what these could bring to you but you these might turn out to be what you really needed.

If you did not commit that grammatical error, your boss won’t realized that he needs to double check everything especially presentations. If you were not able to see that missing P 1,500.00, the management wouldn’t know that someone has been erroneously doing their job in recording. If you never had that misunderstanding with your best friend, you won’t realize how she/he matters to you. If you and your partner never broke up, you might not able to see how he really never showed his real self while you were together. Or if you never lose a loved one, you will never learn how to stand on your own.

The truth is, a scar is not only those marks that you see on your body, it is also the little hiccups that you experience along the way, the moments you were able to make with the the sudden friction with rules of the earth. These scars does not make you less perfect, neither makes you less beautiful. These scars will be what you want them to become. So love your scars, love all of it.