whenever iâm self conscious or i start to hyperfocus on my imperfections, my boyfriend always sits me down and tells me about the art of kintsugi.
rather than throw away broken porcelain dishes or chipped pottery, the japanese would mend these pieces with powdered gold, platinum or silver. the now mended pottery was not only fixed, but it was an original with its glittering vein(s); a golden scar. the flaws are celebrated, put on displayed, the repair and vein left behind is now a piece of that potteryâs story.
so whenever i look in the mirror and i see an eczema scar that bothers me, a pimple that just wonât go away, or i worry that my anxiety will drive people away, i think about the little porcelain dishes with beautiful golden lines running through them, singing to the world âiâve been broken, but now iâm better than before. hereâs my story.â the imperfections that plagued my mind before seem less important, because now theyâre part of my story too.



















