“I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one’ll love you as you are
But I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious”
“This Is Me” by Justin Paul and Benj Pasek,
Copyright © Kobalt Music Publishing
As abuse survivors, we carry scars – emotional, mental, and physical. That is a fact of life for us.
To be ashamed of our scars is to be ashamed of who we are and who we were meant to be. Afraid, we became valiant. Humiliated, we grew resolute. Weak and wounded, we found our strength.
Our scars are proof of that. They are proof of the power with which we held onto life…and the Power that sustained us.
We have been hurt and we have been broken. But we are still here. We have been defiled and spat upon, rejected and reviled. But we are still here.
We may not meet society’s standards for perfection. We may not fit society’s mold of what it is to be acceptable. Those standards are a product of ignorance. That mold was meant to be broken.
Our scars are obvious. But we are still here. And our wounds are, also, our glory.
“In my deepest wound I saw Your glory and it astounded me.”
-St. Augustine of Hippo
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