Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She found herself recalling a lyric from, Scars to your beautiful by Alessia cara. * 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* So yeah... We are all beautiful and shouldn't let anyone's opinion make us doubt that fact. **** " You look dazzling. " Aiden commented when Malisa came downstairs... " Hm... Thanks. " They were about to head out of the house when the butler met them...

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

"And I will not be afraid of your scars." "I know sometimes it's still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know; whether it's the day you burn more brilliant than the sun or the night you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I will love you when you are still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane."

"But scars are also a symbol that when someone tried to harm you, you defended yourself, survived, and, moreover, the true meaning of them is the most beautiful one you can have." "Telling the world that these scars are because I saved my sister from a dollhouse where she was being exploited is not the most ideal." "No, but who the hell cares about that? You can just show them without any explanations to people. Only you know that these marks are a synonym for something grand, for how you can give your life for what you love, and that's okay."

To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied. Each scar was kissed with the reverence one might afford sacred text, a testament to her endurance and fortitude. They were not ugly reminders of a cruel past, but badges of incredible strength, of a spirit that refused to be broken. The air around us became heavy with emotion, every breath filled with the weight of what we were sharing. It was a moment of profound intimacy, of shared pain and mutual understanding. Words were unnecessary, our actions speaking volumes about the depth of our connection. And as I continued to kiss h

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

Scars turned his eyes in her direction. “Those scars… they represent your courage and selflessness for running into flames without a second of thought about yourself. They represent you facing down your own terror of fire, and not just facing it down, but kicking it smack in the balls, like the warrior that you are. But most of all, they represent my daughter, my sweet, amazing girl who is still with me, who will come home with me, because of you.” Her voice thickened, and her eyes stung with tears. “They represent her, so trust me when I say that your scars will never be anything but beautiful to me. I’m promising you, Scars – that’s all I’ll see and think when I look at them. Your actions

How could scars make someone more beautiful? “Because you got them while you were protecting my baby.. our baby. And that, Baby girl, makes you the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world in my eyes.” His smile was so loving, so sweet that I felt all doubts I had about myself melted aways from my heart. I circled my hands around his body and cried against his chest.