When we get a fresh cut, the pain is excruciating. But as time goes by, the pain becomes more tolerable… Then soon enough you can’t feel it anymore. Then that cut will just be a scar… Or you could say an old memory.
As I sit and look at myself, I can see the scar my brother left in my face from 2nd grade. Almost twenty year later, I still see that little scar. I haven’t noticed that scar in ages! I just simply forgot about it.
I believe that’s how I see myself too on the inside, all these scars that were left from me telling myself I was ugly, or worthless… They are still there, but I’ve seen to forgotten about them as well.
In that healing, I can look at myself now and honestly say, “you’re beautiful, and worthy.”
I see my battle scars, I don’t let them discourage me anymore, I let them empower me!