Hold Your Head High

Body image is something that is already an issue with all girls. Unfortunately, with the card we were dealt there is much more negatives that we see with our bodies. It may be scars, PICC lines, central lines, feeding tubes, stomas, even colostomy bags. These things aren’t easy to hide, and yes they are very embarrassing.
There’s one quote that got me through every surgery, every procedure, everything. “Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever,” from the movie “The Replacements.” I know it’s cheesy, but it’s true. The pain will go away. Somewhere down the line, you’ll learn to love your scars. They become a part of you and you see it as a badge of honor in a way. They’re a symbol of just how strong you are. People will respect your scars because they’re proof your fight. But the pride and the glory you will hold for fighting and pushing through, that’s what is important.


I may make it sound really easy, its not and I understand that. I’ve been fighting this disease for a majority of my life and I still struggle with my confidence level. I’m right there with you. No matter what, you are beautiful; don’t let anyone or anything ever make you think otherwise.

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