#ifeelthings

This wasnt my decision.

I wasnt safe, so i became strong to make myself and others feel safe, my body their shield.

And by the time i was close to being safe, my body wasnt one i knew anymore. Battles, scars, wounds that never seem to heal, i became atlas....

I wasnt shown how to love battle scars, only to love that which was fragile and beautiful.

How can something carved from pain be beautiful?

I will never be delicate and fragile and some would argue "why would you want to be"