There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story.

Each one represents

a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each
one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some
people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings
back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony,
berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with
back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they are and nothing more. I remain
unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of
me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them
brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in
agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled
with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They I am never ashamed of the scars that
remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has shaped every bit of who I am. There’s a
lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents a
journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.”
My scars tell a story. Each one represents a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my
life, a piece of me. Some people think of scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t
occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me
distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t
renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist purely as fact, written on my skin. They are what they
are and nothing more. I remain unapologetic.

There’s a lyric that goes: “My scars remind me/ that the past is real.” My scars tell a story. Each one represents
a journey, an emotion, a torment attached. Each one is a piece of my life, a piece of me. Some people think of
scars as memories they want erased, events they wish hadn’t occurred. Seeing them brings back memories too
painful to live with. But seeing mine doesn’t cause me distress. I don’t stare in agony, berating myself for how
I have permanently marred my skin. My scars don’t renew the pain I struggled with back then. They exist
purely as fact, written on my skin. They I will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I
am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you
today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.

I am never ashamed of the scars that remain; they are part of my identity. This journey I have been on has
shaped every bit of who I am. That journey included the pain and suffering that led to each one of the scars. I
will not live in the past, but I will never forget where I have been. I am fiercely proud to be alive today. Don’t
look at my scars with pity. Be proud I am standing in front of you today.