30-Days Photo-A-Day Challenge.
Day 29: Memories.
My scars. (above) Self-inflicted. (below) Surgical.
My scars, every single one of them tells a story. They each remind me of a time, a time I would consider my “black period”.
Together, the form a memory of the darkest time in my life I would never want to relive.
This is the first time I have ever let the world see my scars, I have always been ashamed. But ashamed, why should I be?
Because my scars, they are my medals. My medals for conquering the black period. Proud of myself, I am. Proud of myself to have gone through depression and a bone illness that will stay with me forever. Proud of myself for going through hell and back.
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