Remona Tanner

The Scars that made her Beautiful

Whatever is pure and undefiled by daring individuality or the darkness of an unfortunate world- THAT is beautiful. In the beginning, the severity and expectation of purity becomes a unanimous decree passed down from generation to generation. A hope for our daughters, that they’d never shed a single salty tear aside from the ones that swell from joy. A prayer that a wicked world would pass them by when seeking victims for its next tragedy or precautionary tale. It’s true- there’s a precious beauty tethered to the innocent, those who don’t see, speak, hear but have a healthy fear of the unspeakable things lurking in hollows of humanity.