I don’t mind your scars, I’ll kiss them, too. And it’s okay, they’re beautiful. They are apart of you, describes your past, and they are a symbol of your strength, because you are still alive. Even though life almost changed that, you are still alive. So it’s like when I get calluses from weight lifting. I go through my workout and I get stronger and after I’m left with a callus on my hand because they forced to grow because I was strong enough to lift the weight. Your scars are like calluses, you went through experiences that tried to take you down but you forced them to heal because you were strong enough to survive, they are marks of strength.
My boyfriend after I told him I hated my scars (via kissing—razorss)