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I demanded, desperate for the answer even if he had to lie. “You are beautiful, Melissa, scar or no scar. Yes, the scars are a hideous reminder of what you went through with that bastard and I wish like hell you didn’t have to go through any of it, but they are part of who you are now as a person; Each mark has a story to tell about you, and you are beautiful, Melissa.” He touched his lips to the side of my head. “Don’t forget that and I will make sure that you never forget it either. I will make it a priority to always remind you of that,” he promised and kissed me lightly on my forehead.

He made me feel seen [Meaning: Perfect, you are perfect(Spanish)] "And I am going to cover those scars with my marks, my red beauty marks." Tears formed in my eyes threatening to roll out of my eyes but I fought it back. He probably don't even know what his words are doing to me, but in a way, his words brought a part of me, my self esteem back and higher. This wasn't me pretending to be confident, I am confident because of those words.

She still didn’t look convinced. “Why do you think this would make me repulsive, Bella?” I asked seriously. “This scar is a badge of honor, a reminder of how you courageously brought our son into the world. It's a symbol of your strength, a testament to the love and sacrifice you've shown. Don't ever think that it diminishes your beauty it only adds to it.” I paused, searching her eyes for understanding, and she nodded slightly. I gently began to undress her, careful not to touch the stitches, and helped her into the bath. “You're still the same beautiful, vibrant woman I fell in love with, Bella. Nothing can ever change that.”

It was like the scars reminded me of her past. It was like Ava's scars screamed at me to set fire to her enemies, and together, with Ava by my side, I'd watch them burn in the flames. Scars made people ugly, they say, but with Ava, she looked more beautiful. Those scars were evidence of the pain that defined her. The pain that told a story of the stuff she was made of. I didn't want to say a word about it, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable but I made sure to touch those scars.

I don't think I can bear to see the disgust in his eyes for me when all I've seen up till now is love. Hannah squeezed my shoulder as if she had read my mind and gave me an encouraging smile. "You will look beautiful in this dress, Sy. You know what? There are so many people out there with flawless bodies but they have very ugly scars on their souls. You have none of them, sweetie, so that's why these scars still look beautiful on you.” I looked down at the dress in my hands. Maybe she's right. Maybe Kane will also find me beautiful with these scares.

She placed her index finger over his lips shaking her head. "I think I need to repeat what I once said because you seem to have forgotten it." She said tracing her finger over his scar making him close his eyes for a moment. "To me, this scar makes you more beautiful. You were handsome, you are handsome. And in my eyes, you will always stay handsome. Beautiful." He flickered feeling a wave of emotions hitting him. No one has ever said such soothing yet comforting words to him before. "What about these?" He said pointing at his body.

he kissed the side of my head, "Just fucking look at yourself..." And I did and instinctively I again touched the scar on my stomach, "I don't like it..." He placed a kiss on my cheek, "You should like them because they are as beautiful as you are..." I snorted, "You are probably saying that just so I won't ask for a divorce." "Nikolai..." he breathed out. I looked to my side, "What?" "These scars show who you are." I laughed humorlessly, "And who am I?"

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits Sh