Sharing my story actually helps me sometimes, meaning more internally than externally. I have a horrible scar on my foot. It’s not my face so many say I am lucky because it could be “where you can see it.” Well I see it, and I also see the ugly. I look at other people and think how lucky “they are” to wear flip flops or sandals or to just be natural and free on the beach. I dig my foot in the sand and or hide my feet under a towel at the pool. There is no “lucky one” with a scar. Everyone with a scar has a story and some stories have shame or pain associated. I have learned to find beauty where beauty lives. Thank you for embracing the strength and beauty that lies within our scars.
Mary Ingram @townncountrygirl