Oh, how I love the scars on my skin!
They're sore to the eyes of the beholders. A source of inquisitiveness to those who have a keen interest in my being. Yet, I'm not bothered about it. People ask me, "why?"
And I say :
"They're not scars. They ward off evil eyes that are on me. People don't look at me with a lustrous air about them anymore, nor do they stare at my external beauty. These blotches help me acknowledge the distinction between real love and those who are just there to consummate material love. They're putting together my confidence as a human, irrespective of how beautiful my external facade is. My imperfections make me real, enticing me to love myself in whichever way I choose to stand. It's not a curse. But a blessing in disguise..."
SpeckyCaterpillar👓🐛
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