Though some say that the purpose (of these scars) is to make us cherish the non-scarred portions of life, I feel there might be more to it than that.
Why do you need to try and force anyone to love you? Be you. Be the good-you. And the world will magnetically drift closer to you.
Anshu brushed her long mane, carefully covering the scars up. She walked out trying to feel confident and noticed her aunt appraising her.
Looking up, I saw a man standing there; tall and broad; his hair, a stunning blonde; his eyes, the color of emerald. I nodded; words were lost in that split second I looked inside his eyes.
You are a woman, a beautiful creation of God,Divine, holy, worshipped by all,Loving, caring, forgiving,You are a woman, a sordid weasel,A victim, a piece of garbage struck far,