We look in the mirror
But we don’t notice them
We go about our day…happy
In talking to others they point out our scars
Not in a bad way, in a truthful, kind, loving way
It can take our breath away
Scars? Visible?
We all have them
We don’t all recognize or acknowledge that they are there
They shape us
Perhaps we have looked in the mirror at them so many times, they are hidden to us
A part of who we are that we don’t even acknowledge
Are your scars visibly hidden as well?