Scars

A thousand stories Written all over my skin. Every single thing that I have been through Is on display for the entire world to see. My first crush, My first love, The cheater, The abuser, Every time I was called fat, Every thing that hurt me, Every time I wasn't good enough, Every panic attack, Every hospital trip, Every attempt, All written in a thin white line Some bigger than others, Some pinker than others, Some old, Some new. My body was a canvas. It was overused. Now, I remember everything Every time I go out without long sleeves, Or in summer wearing a swim suit, Or every time I look at myself in the mirror Before a shower. They won't go. I don't want them to. I remember who I was, And who I am.