Recently, while at the lake with my sister and our children, I had a moment I didn't anticipate. As I watched my very pregnant younger sister play and interact with her four children while carrying baby #5 in her 8th month of pregnancy, her beauty took my breath away. In fact, it was her "scars" ~ those marks left by motherhood ~ that made her look so beautiful to me. I told Stephen about this later and said, "Why is it that I can see "scars" on another person and find them beautiful, but hate my own and wish they could be removed?"
My family and I just returned from a vacation at the beach. At the beach, you see a whole lotta' skin whether you want to or not. While our society defines beauty as skin deep: young, perfect, without scars or wrinkles, I felt connection most with folks who looked like real, everyday people. People like me.
I approached one older woman carrying her small dog, and because I love dogs, I struck up a conversation with her. She was a bit of a mess, had tattoos in unusual places, and looked a little strange how she was carrying her dog. I found myself making a little crack about her in my head, when she said, "This dog helps me so much. I was in a car accident and suffered brain damage. I don't know what I would do without his help." That confession changed my perception completely. She shared a part of her story as I became aware of some of her scars.
No matter how much of a story we know, we don't know the whole story.
•What scars do you tend to hide?
•How do you feel about your scars?
•How might a change of perception change your opinion about your own scars?
Bare your scars. Share your story.