There are scars on my heart, just as thick, as disfiguring as those on my face. I know they’re there. I hope some undamaged tissue remains, a patch through which love can come in and flow out. I hope.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real.

The true beauty of life lies in its imperfections, in the scars and the wounds that make us human.

Our scars tell a story of resilience and strength. Embrace your scars and wear them proudly.

Scars remind me of just how far that I’ve come.

What I said the other day, you looking like me, that ain’t true. You ain’t ugly like me, it’s just that we both have got scars.

I’d rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars.