Sunday, March 22, 2009
On the girl's brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking. Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make and agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? That will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.