A part of  me changed; it was shrapnel left after the explosion. An explosion that turned the world as I knew it upside down. An explosion that changed me fundamentally on the inside. But the story isn’t about the explosion or even the after waves it caused. I have written far too many stories about that. This story is about the shrapnel becoming beautiful. For so long I looked at it like it was too shattered to be used. But now I see it for what it truly is. It is the beauty so many wish for. The thing that separates me from everyone around me. It is the most important part in me. For so long I hated it. I hated it because I blamed it for everything. I hated it; I'm embracing it  about making it one with me instead of forcing it out. Following it no matter what. Listening to it’s voice and allowing it to guide me through all the darkness into the light that I wanted, needed. Creaved, and deserved. The only way to be free and happy is to stop hating me. And start loving me. Because I deserve to be free from the darkness. I deserve to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. I never deserved the thighs I went through. I love myself and that is all I need in life ever.