The Strength In Our Scars

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The Strength in Our Scars Bianca Sparacino is a great piece of work and explains that even if you don’t remember what happened to your loved one, you can still feel the pain and loss. Scars serve as constant reminders of our ability to overcome adversity. They showcase our resilience and remind us of the battles we have fought and conquered. These marks on our bodies represent the challenges we have faced head-on, reminding us that we are capable of enduring and overcoming even the toughest obstacles. Are you happy?” “In all honesty? No. But I am curious – I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy. I am everseeking, everfeeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us, and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth. It is all so stunning, so rich, and I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber, cannot be hurt, cannot be overjoyed. I want to feel it all – I don’t want to cover it up or numb it. So no, I am not happy. I am open, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” From time to time, trace the scars life has left you. It will remind you that at one point, you fought for something. You believed. Do you realize that the people who often love the hardest are the ones who have been hurt the most? But sometimes people come into our lives to teach us how to love; and sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how not to love. How not to settle, how not to shrink ourselves ever again. Yes, sometimes people leave but that’s okay, because their lessons always stay, and that is what matters. That is what remains.

Everyday people also share profound insights about their scars. One person stated, “My scar reminds me daily that I am stronger than whatever tried to break me.” This simple yet empowering quote resonates with many individuals who have faced adversity but refuse to let it define them. Shape your spine, stronger this time. Shape your heart, bigger this time. Shape your eyes, capable of seeing more than you ever imagined. Shape your mouth; give it the capacity to say all of the words you never allowed yourself to say. Begin again.”But it doesn’t stop there. We can use our scars as catalysts for change by advocating for causes close to our hearts. Whether it’s speaking out against injustice or raising awareness about mental health issues, our experiences make us uniquely equipped to make a difference.

Some mornings you will wake up and your scars will ache, and some mornings you will wake up and you will fumble with all of the hope dripping from your fingertips. This is your growing, your healing, the balancing of the scales within your bones. You will be high and you will be low, but you will never be empty. You will never be empty.” Be thankful for everything. Because things happen for a good reason right? maybe not happen now, but you will know later. Our scars tell stories, both physical and emotional. They are reminders of our strength, resilience, and the journey we have traveled. Scars are not something to be hidden or ashamed of; they should be celebrated as a testament to our growth and survival. You will hurt people. You will hurt, and you will be hurt. However, you will also love, and you will be loved in the most magnificent ways. To live life is to understand that together these extremes thrive within us — our heart is both a blessing and a blade. To put our soul into the hands of someone who could wound it or heal it is quite possibly the most courageously beautiful risk we take. It is like looking someone right in the eye and saying “You may hurt me, but you may also love me, and I am willing to take that chance. I am willing to trust.”I have mixed feelings: on the one hand, it reads like Tumblr posts from the 2014 sad girl era, while on the other hand, it has a few parts that really made me think. One day, you're going to see it-- that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself; it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. maybe this is inspiring and profound if you A. are NOT severely mentally ill & have never attended therapy and B. a person who knows absolutely nothing about poetry (i.e. enjambment, line, form, structure, etc.)… You're going to realize it one day-- that happiness was never about your job or your degree or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others.