I have several scars on my body, some acquired through rough play as a child and some through accidents, trips and falls. I have been thinking about them lately because I was looking for a particular wound I acquired a few years ago but couldn’t find it. You see, I use to hate my scars and would use oils and moisturisers to reduce them, which worked for sometime until I gave up.
Apart from my physical scars, I also have emotional scars that oils cannot reduce. This upset me for a while but now I know that every scar tells a story and each one of them both physically and emotionally are unique in themselves. They make me beautiful. Recently, I have been having a few flashbacks that felt so real, I literally could feel the pain while sitting in my room. A particular flashback kept re-occurring and with it brought the memory of the pain.