Scars To Your Beautiful Lyrics Song Novels & Stories

by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits She craves attention, she praises an image She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away Cause covergirls don't cry after their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars

To tell the truth, I did not notice that I was crying. To my surprise, Cody holds my head firmly and looks me in the eye. I can not look at other places because he is holding my head fimly. He tries to fix my eyes on his. Now, without any preparation, I drop in to his eyes which look like ocean where I can hardly struggle.”You are not ugly, not at all! do not let those scars get to you. Whenever you look at your scars, you should feel proud that you are so strong and brave that you made through what you went through. That is what your scars should remind you about, not that you are ugly.”

Because if you love cherish yourself, no one could ever make you feel invalidated and worthless. Visible or not, every person has a scar. It could be a scar from an accident, or merely a painful past. Every bit of it might be painful to see or remember, but always believe that you're beautiful, and so is your scar. You are a very brave, tough, and wonderful person. That's why you were gifted a very beautiful scar to remember how you survived. It's a blessing in disguise. I can’t imagine how he made the song my simple storytelling to him. I felt then, because I was still too scared and embarrassed to be proud of my scar, that he would be the one to shout through this song.

I felt the same way. “When I first met you, I knew there was something special about you. I admired your courage, your strength, your guts. It made me both mad and craving you even more. A lot happened after that, and Victoria… I don’t regret anything I’ve done for you out of love. Including the scar on my face. Victoria, I love you. Please… spend forever with me.” I was already soaking, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. My heart thumped in my chest. Every moment of fear, doubt, and pain melted away under the weight of his words.

“You don’t have to worry. You don’t even know me.” He smiled then, and it was startling, because for a moment his face lit up as though it could tear through the shadows. “That’s why it hurts. You’re beautiful.” I froze. The word sounded foreign, strange, impossible. “How can my scars be beautiful?” “They’re ugly,” he admitted, his fingers brushing lightly across one, his touch almost reverent. “But what lies beneath is not.” I stared into his eyes, searching for the truth. “Who are you?”

She looked at him with a huge smile “Because I can finally get back to my husband, my children, and my pack! Not to mention the adrenaline I just felt in taking revenge on those idiotic sickos….” She said. Everyone else was watching her and shook their heads when she decided to sing a song and continued to dance in the rain. “I am not a stranger to the dark…hide away, they say…cause we don’t want your broken parts…I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars…run away, they say…no one’ll love you as you are..But, I won’t let them break me down to dust…I know that there’s a place for us…for we are glorious..when the sharpest words wanna cut me down..I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out…I

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

He just peeled off his hoodie, leaving on a worn cotton shirt with a faded logo on the chest and sat down on the edge of the bed like it was sacred ground. When Elena sat beside him, her hand found his without thinking. She guided his fingers to her shoulder—the one with the thin, pale scar that curled beneath the seam of her shirt. She pushed the fabric away slowly and placed his hand there. Her heart thundered, but her hand didn’t shake. “This,” she said, her voice quiet but strong, “used to make me feel ashamed.” Jack traced the line gently, then leaned in and kissed the scar. “It doesn’t have to anymore,” he murmured.

The heartbreaking sight of tear tracks on her cheeks as she looked at her back stopped me in the doorway. There was scarring on her back. It would get better over time, but there would always be some type of scarring in the end even if it was minimal. Did it detract from her beauty? Not in the fucking least. My sexy Fae goddess could never look anything other than perfect. It was not her skin that made her amazing. It was all of her. Her beauty, mind, heart, and soul. “I’m sure that we can find something to help with the scarring, babe,” I said gently.

His blue eyes were darker than usual, his pupils blown wide as he leaned in to kiss me again. "Never think of them as something bad. Never consider your body ugly. You have no idea how hard I am fighting to control myself from taking you right here. You are beautiful. With these scars. They make you more beautiful. Stronger," he said in a low, reverent whisper.