I've had many scrapes & many scars & and many falls & they all have a story. Some stories I remember, others I can't recall. But I do know that through all my scars, both internal & external, make up a beautiful, strong woman. They've made me. Scars are harder because they stay with you forever. Some fade over time. Some are so deep you can feel them. Cuts & bruises heal and those are the smaller challenges in life. I bruise very easy & it goes with a gentle spirit. I used to think, "Oh my gosh, another bruise!" and wonder where it came from. Who, when, how? Now I know bumps and bruises come from all walks of life. Different people, places, and things. I know they will happen & now I know to accept them. They are a part of you. There are so many happenings day to day that I can't keep track.
Another thing I find fascinating is the colors of bruises. As each stage goes by it transforms. Depending on the force that caused it, the intensity can be even more significant. From deep purple, like fierce emotion, to blue. Blue can be like a storm rolling in about to ruin a day or light blue as the rain and tears. From blue it goes to green & that's the middle stage from beginning to the end. Green goes to yellow, the healing color. Everything is getting brighter & back to normal as time goes by. And we all go through stages in life. Some take longer to heal & some we get over quickly.
It may sound strange, but when I see a new bruise I stare at it for a moment. Then I find peace knowing it will go away. Maybe that's why I've learned to get over things quickly. Usually! Usually I'm back to being me & forgiving & sometimes not always so soon. But, maybe that's because I'm so used to it & experienced it so many times that I don't even count. I just look and think, it will pass.
The scars will always be a reminder but maybe that's why I like them so much. They tell their own story and you almost never forget any of them. Sometimes I give them a sigh & start to get down but remember that they make me who I am. Without them, who knows the type of person I may be.
That's why I say bumped & bruised but not broken. I'm here, alive, & I embrace my body & every imperfection. I wouldn't want to be perfect and I'd rather just love who I am. I'm like Humpty Dumpty except I DID get put back together again. Stitched, stapled, glued, bandaged & I'm still here. I'm still me just maybe slighted cracked!
