Someone once told me that my scars made me who I am, an amazing girl. Would it be crazy if I started to believe that? Cause I’m starting to. I should be extremely happy for myself that I didn’t injure too much, even when I wanted to. I’m glad I’m alive. Not HAPPY right now but i’m definitely grateful for being alive. I believe I am an amazing girl and these scars, these stories define me in a way that no one could ever understand unless they really knew me. I’ve come so far and I have the scars to show you how difficult it was for me. These scars aren’t a sign of weakness anymore. I won’t accept that answer. They show my struggles and show that I am strong enough to stop.