The scar is wound and healing.
The scar is flesh and memory.
The scar is past and present.
We are a people of scars.
The world is broken; broken things are sharp; sharp things cut; cuts are wounds.
As a people of scars, we too are broken.
Yet the scar is brokenness and wholeness.
We are wounded, yet also knit back together.
Know this: your scars are real. They are seen and felt. I am broken with and for you.
But you are so much more than your wounds. You are healing, wholeness, present.
I love you and your scars.