I hate the scars.

Reminders of painful alterations.

The breast tumors removed by necessity.

Where my back was cut open to be reinforced.

The sections where my foot was impailed with pins when a surgery went sideways.

I hate the painful imperfections.

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I tolerate the scars.

Covered entirely by clothing.

Mirror avoided like a vampire when exposed.

Out of focus and mind.

Symbols of a different time.

I tolerate them like a faded birthmark.

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I love the scars.

Symbols of bravery.

A difficult time overcome to brag about.

Horrific manifestations of imperfect life gone through.

A medal worth much more than a participation trophy.

I love telling others about what I have endured.

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Scars heal with time.

Skin knit back together.

Relevance faded.

Memory wrapped in the comfort of the past.

Understanding reached.

I will heal with time.