"While they all fall in love with her smile she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars." - The Dreamer
If you look closely you can see I have two scars on my left arm. One scar I got one day years ago when I was riding my bike and my bike handle got caught on a string sticking out of a trash can. Crazy right? Well needless to say I came crashing down on the cold hard concrete ground. And my other scar is from this one time one of my families nightly walks I tripped over my old dog, Bongo and fell on the concrete. It never fully healed because being the klutz that I am I kept hitting it either against my refrigerator or while playing travel soccer, since elbows are always flying around. But these are only two of my many scars, which obviously some of them are invisible. But the reason why I am sharing this is because I wish we lived in a world where we didn't have to hide our scars or be ashamed for them. Scars tell stories and we all have a story to tell.
