‘I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions’

She was conditioned to hate her body. To sell it. Red was temptation, greed, hate, anger and war.

The mirror also depicted the ugly side.

It showed the scars. It showed the pain.

It showed the burden or her burdens.

She cried for help. Many times. They listened but she was deaf. She walked alone. So she thought.

The scars you see are the marks that she calls her stripes. They are her journey.

Being brought up in a world of greed and anger is hard.

Whether that be childhood or from young adulthood. Trauma is trauma.

She was a phoenix. She had complex PTSD. It was complex. She called it her Pandora’s box.

She soon awoke from a slumber. She appreciated her body, the luggage it took around with her was so heavy.

Every mark, tells her story. It shows she is brave. She will conquer all. She is special but she is humble.

Wear those scars with pride. She gets it, cutting is releasing the pain, the abandonment.

The hurt.

But please stop, your cries for help are being answered.

Just listen, it’s your to you if you follow.