We Love With The Scars We Have.

Image credits: Jenna Morello "The Heart Sculptures"

You have tales, you’ve lived. People have judged you, you have judged yourself? Is it what people have thrown on you or you thrown on yourself? Is it that you’ve enjoyed what you shouldn’t have or can’t get out of your own way? Not all see the things that broke and sadden you when you’re alone as some sort of a warning sign. There are some whom you can open up to and be yourself with. A person’s scars define them. If one sees you as beautiful its your road that made you such. Bad and good are interchangeable terms of perspective and relation. Dominance will define and frame them. How could one judge you without first judging themselves?