What might seem to you like simple words on paper…
These are my scars.
The scars I’m willing to let go.
And it’s ok.
I know the truth.
I need to own my truth like a precious woman needs to own a million dollar diamond.
My truth is what makes me.
I know what’s in my heart.
There’s only one.
One who can see inside my soul.
I need to love these scars.
No matter how ugly some of them might be.
No matter how much I choose to share.
No matter how much I decide to give away.
There will always be secrets.
Secrets within my secrets.
Scars that no one else will get to see.
– Sarah Fragoso
