Scarification

I have been marked, and i wear it proudly.  The design is original and can never be duplicated.  It was a gift from the ONE that loves me most.  A reminder of something so wonderful...something never to be forgotten.  People who do not undertand...look and see....then turn in disgust or try to hide their revolt.  There have been times they have made me feel ugly and full of shame, and i hated myself for letting them get to me.  It took me a long time to realize that this was given to me out of pure love.  That i earned this.  It took a while to create such a masterpiece and it was meant to last forever.  

My scars are my stretchmarks, designed and given by God.  A constant reminder of the most precious days i carried my children inside me.  What could be more magical or beautiful than that. 

by Pita

3/22/10

A note of thanks to WHIPS, for inspiring this writing. xox