Marks & Scars.

I'm always writing about illnesses here on my blog, which is what I set out to do but it turns out that health isn't the only subject I have something to say about, so I thought I could share a little piece of my mind with you, on something I often see people insecure about, incase you needed to hear it.

We're all born with a blank canvas and as we grow our canvas changes, whether they are changes we choose to make ourselves, the mark of a healed wound or natural changes our body makes on it's own. I don't look at any mark on my skin and think that it's ugly, it's just my skin. I actually find the longer I look at the stretch marks, the scars, the freckles and the moles on my skin, the happier I am about them, no one else has that exact pattern on their skin, no one else can look down and see those unique markings that you see on your body and I don't think that is something to be ashamed of. I'm always working to love the parts of me that I spent so long trying to hide by just appreciating why they are there, I have stretch marks because I have grown, I have gained weight, I have lost weight, I have scars because I have had surgery to keep my body going, I have battled a mental illness, I've also done some damaging falling over many times while having fun as a child.

We all get caught up in the magazines from time to time and begin to search for the next thing to help make us that little more perfect but I think thats the thing, perfect is only really possible in magazines, after its been touched by people who have adjusted it to make it their own idea of perfect, even then someone will find a fault. It would be no fun if we all lost those interesting, distinctive features that stitch us together, we would also never get to laugh together over the story of how a shetland pony caused my imperfect looking nose...

This body is keeping my alive, I know I've disliked and felt let down by it at times but it never stopped and my perfectly imperfect skin is protecting all of the important parts, it's keeping me together, I shouldn't even mind what it looks like. I am grateful for the growth in my life and I will happily embrace that showing on my skin. This is the only body we will ever have, how can we waste time feeling anything but love for that?