Five years ago, after a horrific life changing accident, I didn’t know if I could ever find myself again. For a very long time it was hard to even pass by a mirror. I didn’t want to see myself like that. I was mangled from the neck down. I had to get past that. Past the chair, the braces, the scars. I finally realized that every scar I had (and trust me there are lots) each one of those scars told a story of survival.
Beauty cannot be defined by our outer shell.
Beauty is in ourselves and the way we view the world.
A chair is just a chair.
Our soul is our beauty.
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