Kriti Nayyar| Self-love Writer 🇮🇳

I am SCARRED !
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A few days back I was just looking at myself and the scars on my wrists caught my attention. I almost forgot about them and wondered that I haven't looked at them in years . What changed ? They were the bane of my existence once . I got them during an accident that I had in my college days . I don't remember exactly what happened that day and I never got back that part of my memory. But these scars was something I always wanted to get rid of desperately. Most of my scars did heal but the one's on my wrists they never left though they are now blended . I used to feel ugly because of them and wondered what would others say . As I have progressed on my journey of self -love I don't remember when was the last time I looked at them with a certain hatred. Maybe I changed . Maybe the scars on my soul n heart had my full attention . Maybe my love for self had made me accept the parts of me I wasn't very proud of. And I thought how love n life leaves one with their own unique marks..some visible to eyes and some one may only feel. The scars are still their but they tell stories that I couldn't otherwise. Self - love is crazy like that . Good kinda crazy !! Me and my scars we belong to each other now. I don't know where they end and I begin and vice -versa. That's how this piece came to me.
Love n light to y'all ❤️