I think of myself as beautiful, scars and all. In many ways I am more attractive now than when I was much younger. As I’ve aged, I’ve developed more awareness of what the word “beautiful” represents. It certainly isn’t just about being physically attractive – not the 19-year-old, too thin, scantily clad girl with silicone breasts that is too often associated with the words “sexy” and “beautiful” in our society.
I have developed substance, confidence, character and wisdom, as well as a true appreciation of my flaws (if you want to call them that) – they’re part of what makes me unique and special. And my life experiences, both good and bad, have made me who I am today and help define my inner beauty. My attitude, my feelings, my thoughts, my comfort in my own skin – they’re all very much a part of the overall package. Beauty has to come from within.
My scars used to make me feel self-conscious and insecure about my body. They are now somewhat of a badge of courage and strength – something to be proud of, not ashamed of or embarrassed about.
Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t feel entirely comfortable in a bathing suit, but I’m open to new ways of feeling about exposing my imperfect body and my scars. Why should I hide them? Sometimes one needs perspective. Scars on men are often seen as quite sexy, strong - rough and tumble. It’s cool! Well, my “battle scars” are sexy and strong as well – and they’re part of what has made me the same.
This project has helped show the beauty in imperfection, in maturity, in confidence. I’m beautiful, sassy and sexy – and I don’t need anyone else to see it but me, but I hope it shows.
