For so long I’ve hidden the bad things that have happened to me. I’ve tried so hard to keep my feelings from showing, thinking it’s a sign of weakness.
What a stupid thought.
Who cares that I’ve been through something that left me broken or scarred? Why should I hide the very things that have molded me into the person I am today?
I think we should wear our experiences like tattoos and let them tell the stories of how they tried to bring us down…but couldn’t.
I think everyone should be proud of what they’ve been through.
Be proud of your story.
Shout it from the rooftops.
Scream your experiences into the face of society; even if they aren’t pretty.
Society is creating this fucked up version of “perfection” that everyone is trying to follow. One where everything is sparkly and nothing bad ever happens; that’s so damn far from reality.
Own your experiences.
Deliver them to the world bravely!
Do big things, even if your past haunts you.
Be courageous, create a life you are proud up, display your scars, be a billboard of experiences and adventures.
Life is short and fleeting, don’t let it pass you by.