She needed no man to
understand her,
but she needed every man
to respect her.
Because her father
taught her that all she truly
needed was already
in her―
assurance of her own worth.

Whoever said scars were beautiful
Wasn't really looking.
Scars aren't meant to be pretty,
They're meant to prove something.

They prove that you have lived,
That you were hurt.
Scars show the screaming truth
That life is hard but *possible.