“My scars tell a story. They are a reminder of times when life tried to break me, but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded.”
People in life , try to brek your life apart . Their insecurities, fear your conifedence, jealousy is never seen , behind the eyes , story is being played in destruction of your life , sad , imperfections seen in self , turned into jealous envy projected out . Scars explain themselves . This is one scar
My scars tell a story too. In fact, I’m developing a beautiful and impressive scar on my left wrist right now that will always tell the story of why it is not a good idea to use old wine bottles to make a landscaping border.
People in life , try to brek your life apart . Their insecurities, fear your conifedence, jealousy is never seen , behind the eyes , story is being played in destruction of your life , sad , imperfections seen in self , turned into jealous envy projected out . Scars explain themselves . This is one scar
bitches hate scars..
They are fruit of struggles
My scars tell a story too. In fact, I’m developing a beautiful and impressive scar on my left wrist right now that will always tell the story of why it is not a good idea to use old wine bottles to make a landscaping border.
The past is yesterday..and what broke you will always make you stronger and wiser. <3
Plaques of honourable life experience.