SOUL SESSIONS

 

So I'm gonna write about my scars because I've never put them out there before and I feel like to grow, you need to address the things that are sometimes touchy to other people in order to educate. Some people are curious, and I feel like writing, so here goes nothing.

It's almost gonna be two years next months since that accident that changed my life and when I look down at my scars, I am always reminded. Besides all the realizations I came to fully embrace after that accident, I also became accustomed to the scars that rest beautifully on my knees. The knees that were sliced open in my car accident, the knee that shattered on impact, the knee that sustain the titanium rod that will sit in my leg forever.

I may not have flawless legs, I never will, but I've got wealth & life lessons etched in me now that only some people get to learn in their lifetime. When you go through things that temporarily (thankfully) put you in another person's shoes, like being disabled, your scars become your saving grace, because they remind you that it could have been worse.

These scars remind me of those nights I struggled, in the deepest darkest nights, feeling the lowest I have ever been in my entire life. Those nights that went unspoken because you don't want anyone to feel an ounce of sorrow for you. They remind me of those nights coming home from the hospital, with my legs black and blue, immobile and defeated. Slapped with papers from their lawyers, telling me that on top of it all, I was being sued... for money that I knew I would never see in my lifetime even if I worked everyday of my life. It reminds me of those months going to physical therapy, setting goals so I could take my first steps by my 20th birthday. It's those struggles that build character and my scars are all of that.

Society & Hollywood paints a picture of flawless beauty, but I know well enough now that it's not reality. I'll probably never be a model if I ever wanted to be one, just because of the scars on my legs, but thats fine with me because my essence doesn't lie in my outward appearance but in the months and months of wisdom & truths I allowed to rest in me after my accident. My mind is wealthy (&healthy) & that's how I'll forever choose to make my living.

So for anyone that has asked, I don't mind them, I think they build character and give me a story to tell and a means to be able to share a piece of my mind.  I love when people ask me, because I'd rather have told my story than for any other person to have to physically feel what I went through.

Peace & blessings ya'll.