I've heard that pain.

 Let your scars breathe, let them speak. 

They don’t exist to be a blanket that covers your faults, your insecurities, those memories that know how to wipe the smile off your face. 

Let your scars breathe, let them live. 

They are meant to be a reminder that the strength flowing through your veins is real, that pain came, but it couldn’t stay. 

They are meant to be stories rather than your reality. 

Let your scars breathe. When we hide them, we sometimes forget not to become them. 

Sometimes we even walk ourselves under the knives that caused them. 

Let your scars breathe.

That is how they breathe a better life into you.