My scars tell a story. They are a reminder when life tried to break me, but failed. Now I’ve written this story down to share with so many that have been abused both physically and mentally, then left alone and frightened to go forward in life. 5 star rating from Reader’s Choice. Available on Amazon and most other sites in ebook and print formats. Hope you like I was born in October My scars tell a story shirt.
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My scars tell a STORY, they are reminders of when the HUSTLE and the GRIND tried to break me up but failed. Its not easy out there as some of you might think, but I promise, if you stay loyal to the GAME -one way or the other you will make it to where you always wanted to be. Because I was born in October My scars tell a story shirt. Fortune favors the BRAVE, if you become too FORMAL, SOFT and GENTLE this life will HIT you where it hurts and it will not stop pounding on your sorry self unless you man up and stand firm and strong for your GRIND.
My scars tell a story
This is me. My story can be told by this one photo. I can only move the muscles from above the shoulders. I can only feel to just below my collarbones. The scar in the middle of my neck is from when I had a tracheotomy so a ventilator could be attached because my lungs weren’t working after my accident. There is a scar on the side of my neck is where I had my surgery to put my dislocated vertebrae back into place. But I was born in October My scars tell a story shirt. There is also a long scar down the back of my neck from the same surgery. The scars on my shoulder are from when I had my pace maker put in (because my heart kept stopping) and taken out.
When life tried to break me
When you betrayed my trust and broke our bubble in pieces I thought I would never be able to love life again. You see, you were the only one I let inside of my small world, the only one I trusted enough with my scars and small insecurities. The first three months were hell. I woke up with puffy eyes and a broken heart. But, the more time passed, the more I gained strength. I was able to find happiness in the small things again, like breathing fresh air and drinking a warm cup of tea. I could see myself in the mirror and not feel sorry anymore.
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