Scars have an undoubted emotional weight. While for doctors it is often considered the end, for me, it has been the sewn beginning of indelible memories. If they could talk, each of them would talk more about the inner suffering that this entails, than about the physical pain it once entailed. 

But it is true that when I look at them I smile, and it is because I know that everything they have of “ugly”, they have it of brave.

They remind me, when I am forgotten, how strong I can become, and how fragile life is

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