Never be ashamed of a scar. In the end, scars tell the story of our lives, everything that hurt us, and everything that healed us.

Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

"After a moment, she felt Tornac pull her sleeve back down, and he said, "That... is a very impressive scar. You should be proud of it."
Confused, she looked back at him. "Why? It's ugly, and I hate it."
A faint smile played around the corners of his lips. "Because a scar means you survived. It means you're tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

Because nobody goes though life without a scar.

Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

a scar is stronger than skin.

I don't regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals.

We’ve all fallen, and we have the skinned knees and bruised hearts to prove it. But scars are easier to talk about than they are to show, with all the remembered feelings laid bare. And rarely do we see wounds that are in the process of healing. I’m not sure if it’s because we feel too much shame to let anyone see a process as intimate as overcoming hurt, or if it’s because even when we muster the courage to share our still-incomplete healing, people reflexively look away.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.

(...the non-conformist, how do you keep from getting scarred?)/i don’t! i got a scar here…and uh i got a scar on my knee…and uh a few scars on my soul.

Open your eyes. Your tears cut a trail. Your scars build a ladder that takes you to a place that you could not have gotten to any other way. Take a look around, remember every second, every breath, every choked scream. Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength. Move on.

Don't hide your scars, your stretch marks,
your laugh lines, your calloused hands.
They are your life story,
telling of struggles won and lost,
challenges faced, losses overcome,
life grown and birthed and nurtured,
hard work accomplished,
stars reached for, hopes dashed, dreams realized,
rock bottoms and mountain tops.
They tell the story of your one
amazing, awful, beautiful life
written in the curves and lines of
extraordinary, miraculous, beautiful you.