Scars To Your Beautiful Lyrics Song Novels & Stories

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful Oh-oh, oh-oh 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 No better you than the you that you are (no better you than the you that you are) No better life than the life we’re living (no better life than the life we’re living) No better time for your shine, you’re a star (no better time for your shine, you’re a star) Oh, you’re beautiful, oh, you’re beautiful And 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 yo

“I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here” it gave me goosebumps every time. I stood up to leave and came face to face with Scar. How long had he been standing there? He looked down at me with an emotionless expression. His black hair fell messily on his forehead. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He cleared his throat. "I have heard that song before,"

He hoped it was in the right way. “Look, Grace. I won’t be that guy that lie, and say those scars were beautiful, but that’s not who you are. I’m sure you know that. See, the fast is this, I don’t care about those scars, who I care about is you. I know that you didn’t do them to yourself, and no matter what you think, you’re fucking beautiful. If anything, that’s the only reason I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He said, a small smirk raising the corner of his mouth.

I could go a little while longer, she fades away She don't see her perfect She don't understand she's worth it Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface Oh-oh, oh-oh So to all the girls that's hurting Let me be your mirror Help you see a little bit clearer The light that shines within 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 Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." " I never expected you to be an Alessia Cara fan," Corey said from behind her. " You guessed right, I am not a big fan of hers, I just seem t

The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile. "Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me." I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat. The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up. She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance. "Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice. "Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"

Chapter 1: The "Scarred One" Amelie "I, Amelie Ashwood, reject you, Tate Cozad, as my mate. I REJECT YOU!" I screamed with the last of my energy. I took the silver blade dipped in my blood to my mate mark. The searing pain my body and my wolf felt was like my heart was being ripped from my chest while being hit by a bus. I guess not all new starts are bright and shiny. The physical pain was unbearable, but my mind was clear. "I did it. I'm free." I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free.

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

’ he asks, standing up and walking toward me. ‘Nothing, I just don’t want you to see them, okay.’ ‘See what, exactly?’ ‘To see how hideous and ugly I am. You’ve already seen these ones.’ I tell him holding my wrists out. ‘That was hard enough to show.’ I hug myself. ‘Lylah, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. No scar or amount of scars could make you any less beautiful,’ he says, gazing into my eyes. I’m caught off guard by his sweet words. He steps around me, and my back arches as he places a tender kiss on the scars. ‘You are perfect, Lylah. Scars and all.’ He whispers and continues to kiss my back.

That was when she heard Scars’ low voice in the living room, murmuring and singing a bit to soft music, and Zoe smiled. She tiptoed down the hallway now, peeked around the corner. Sure enough, there was Scars in his boxer shorts, Keira in a fresh onesie and cradled in those strong arms, as they danced to ‘Sweet Jane’, one of Zoe’s favorite songs ever. Keira was gazing up at him, and he was staring right on back, and the connection between them was so full of love and warmth, it was almost physical. Scars was singing to the baby, and he’d changed the words in the song to ‘Sweet Peach’: every time he sang that, Keira gurgled and wriggled her bare little toes.