Rainbow Scars

I wear my scars with pride.

I didn't before but now I can see, that the scars represent the shaping of me.

These ones are from cooking, a pastime that I love. They tiger stripe my arms faintly darker than my skin.

This one represents a wild night with friends, red and angry even after ten years, it reminds me of my wild side.

These two are from the repeated falling of a knock-knee clumsy child. White from age just as my hair will be one day, they remind me of my age.

The scars here are from a hard time, when things just got too much. They’ve faded, but just like the hurt, they aren’t completely gone.

Pink and cheerful these scars are made from the overindulgence of being relaxed and happy. A state I achieved by finding my life partner.

Accidents from my childhood established these white mottled scars. Their hidden beneath hair and makeup, but never forgotten. They're a reason my mother still worries.

The scars on my body are a map of my life. They are mistakes that I made, moments that happened, and things that changed.

They are a physical representation of my life development and all that makes me unique.

They are the small moments that formed me, their colours are the rainbow of my life.