Good morning, little nuggets! I bring to you today an amazing guest post from my friend Victoria. She emailed me a few weeks ago with a very deep question which I’ll be turning into a blog post (yay!!!!) in the near future. in the mean time, she asked if I would post this on the blog for her and I was like YES!!!
(this works out great bc I am buried in the homework)
(we just got our next art project yesterday: activating space and Alber’s theory)
WHAT ARE THOSE? Good question.
(so yeah)
I hope you enjoy this post. It’s short and it really hit me personally! It’ll bless you too.
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I watched my face in the mirror—the smile, dark spots, the lipstick, brown powder, mascara and all that. I saw a rare beauty, something others may not see. In the back of my mind lay an ever gnawing truth: I am physically flawed. When I walk on the road, I know eyes are on me, taking peeks at my obvious imperfection and oddness. But not this time. This time I’ll ignore their glances. I choose to live freely, walk confidently. I am beautiful after all.
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It’s a game I have been playing for almost two years now. After a fire accident that almost claimed my life and that of my mother’s, I’ve had to live with it. Battling fear and low self esteem before leaving the house everyday.
I sometimes say I’m used to it, but no, it hurts as much as it did at the beginning. I’ve just learnt to have a little boldness in the journey. Because it is simply the truth: scars stay, but that doesn’t mean we let its ugliness rule us. And sometimes the scars might not really be ‘ugly.’ They simply could be odd or maybe ‘unique’.
The fire accident left two kinds of scars with me; the physical scars on my skin and an internal scar on my heart. From the start, I always struggled with low self-esteem. In secondary school, I had thoughts like,
She is prettier than I am. I can’t be as awesome as her.
She has long hair. Mine is shorter. I’m simply not as good…
Maybe I still have those thoughts, but God is working in my heart.
He doesn’t mind my scars. He just wants a relationship with the person within, to create testimonies out of this life. And scars don’t define who you are within. They are there to show you the victory. Yes, the battle was tough but you are still here, you are still alive. It’s not about whether or not you’ve recovered fully from the trauma of having scars, it is about the testimony behind the scars.
So yeah, scars could be a lovely and unique beauty after all; not ugliness. Scars could be testimonies if you let them be that. A testimony doesn’t have to be about a complete victory. It can be about how you started the journey to victory, fully recovered or not, confidence or low self esteem. And you can encourage others along the way.
