As I wrapped up a workout on my yoga mat, I noticed all the marks I acquired during this 6 month journey. My sister jokes that I need to be covered in bubble wrap.
Before moving here I hadn’t a scratch since I was a kid running around the inner city. But then again maybe I wasn’t living life to its fullest.
Beauty exists in imperfection. Playing it safe left me stagnant and idle. Those marks will serve as a reminder of an amazing transformation in my life.
Scars Act As Tattoos; Illustrating My Journey
