I don’t understand people who hate themselves.

I don’t understand the people who hate their scars.

You were born, a beautiful white canvas,

And throughout your journey of babyhood, childhood,

adultery - you obtained memories.

Memories, in form of scars, skin blots, and well tattoos:

something that expresses you.

That one time you wanted to impress that girl you liked so you ran

as fast as you could to show your speed, but unfortunately fell and skid your leg?

Now there is a lighter, or darker patch of skin in that area,

reminding you of that incident.

It was fun, and it was childhood.

Or maybe that one time you took care of a little bird

that had an injured wing, who scratched you deeply on your

wrist and left a scar, but you still cared after its’ wing and

now it’s out there somewhere, flying again.

That’s another memory.

Even if your scars came from self harm, it’s alright.

You look back at them, and you feel proud.

Because you overcame it.

You became stronger, you look back at those scars

and you proudly show them, to let people know

that you are now better than that.

Your marks, your scars are beautiful.

Even your tattoos.

And so what if people when seeing those tattoos

ask that same question: What does it mean?

Or why did you do that to yourself?

You can proudly say, it is a part of you.

It represents you.

You were a pure, blank canvas, and now look at you.

You are full of memories.

You are astounding.

These battle wounds are magnificent.

So never, ever hide them from other people’s eyes.

What kind of artist are you if you don’t show off your painted canvas?

Embrace your drawings covering your entire body.

Because you are amazing.

Just in general, you are gorgeous.

The way you laugh, the jokes you make.

The way your eyes light up when you are talking

about something you are passionate about.

You are a stunning combination of physical memories,

and physical actions, so please don’t hate yourself.

Do not hate your scars, your memories,

and do not hate the things you do.

Because they are a part of you and will stick with you for the rest of your life.

So instead of reprobating yourself, find a way to be happy about yourself.

You are lovely, you are glorious and you are splendid.

And I will repeat it until the end of time.