Scars remind us what hurts us can also lead to what heals us.

It doesn’t take more than a glance in the mirror to let me know how much life has changed.

I’m slowly getting used to the face staring back at me.

No matter how much I try to resist the urge, most days my eyes can help but fixate on the jagged scars on my neck and collarbone.

These scars are a vivid reminder of how far I’ve come on my journey and how far I still have to go.

Scars are a reminder that trauma and transformation can coexist.

As much as I want to conceal my scars, their presence reminds me imperfection is a natural part of life.

My scars tell an incredible story of survival.

Each scar scattered across my body is a little signpost, reminding me that the pains of my past will always be with me— yet life goes on.

No matter what odds may be stacked against you, healing is possible.

Our scars remind us that there is more to life than simply surviving.

Our scars remind us there is another side to our pain.

Our scars remind us that our pain has the power to separate and unite us.

Our pain can lead us to discover our purpose and our people.

It’s a matter of how we view our scars.

What will you discover about yourself when you learn to embrace pain rather than run away from it?

In a strange way, as I learn to embrace the painful events of my past, I’m becoming thankful for my scars.

This May I was blessed to celebrate being two years cancer-free from Stage 3 Hodgkins Lymphoma.

Each year I am blessed to celebrate as a survivor, lets others know they can survive too.