The Scabs

This picture says a lot about where I used to be. I still look at this photo and feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. This isn't even the worst one, but this is what  I am prepared to show. This is my truth. I have to love on her and accept that she was developing wounds. She was lost. She was coping with drugs, men, and alcohol. She changed from her true, beautiful self. She was having some mental health issues. She shaved her head. She lost weight. She was alone. She didn't love herself. The person I am today loves her so much. Who I am today wants to tell her that things will get better. You are no longer wounded, today. You have Scabs. Sometimes you pick at them and reopen that wound again. That pain comes back, but you're trying to heal now. Even though that is the case, you still have Scabs. I tell myself, be proud of how far you came, but be mindful that you're still healing. Forgive yourself for who you used to be. Give yourself grace, like you would give others. This girl in this picture is part of my story, but it's not the ending. It's simply the wounds that has began to heal. Now I have a scab and I'm okay with that.