What better way to start your weekend than with cute, fuzzy animals? I admit, I got the idea from a blog my boyfriend reads (Though to be honest, I’m not sure of the exact name. I know it’s something to do with atheists and feminism. Fetheists? Athemism?) This week’s delights come from zooborns.com, my favorite source for all things fluffy and cute. Without further ado, here they are!
Okay, maybe not so furry, but still cute!
For the dog lovers.
And a tapir for my boyfriend who inspired this post in the first place. And I’m still not exactly sure what a tapir is.
Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend.
Welcome to my newly revamped and rethought blog!
I’ve always been a big believer in the possibility that comes with a new month. All kinds of shiny opportunities and chances. So of course I had to christen Beautiful Scars on the first day of a new month. A recent traumatic event inspired me to take a long, hard look at my life and see where I could improve. Traumatic events have a way of turning your life upside down and shaking it. Seeing what has fallen out hasn’t been easy or painless, but such is life, n’est pas?
The name Beautiful Scars is a reference to my tattoos. I have 28 of them that I acquired from October 2006 to September 2010. For those keeping score at home, that’s 7 a year, give or take. They’re my self harm scars. Some people choose blades or flames, I chose ink. For a long time, I would get defensive and downright mean when people would ask me about them. Only after therapy did I realize I was getting upset that people were pointing out my scars. There are some days if I could do it all over again, I’d never get a single tattoo. There are some days I don’t even notice them. There are some days I truly love them. Spring and summer not only bring out lighter clothes, but also questions. “What do they mean?” “Did they hurt?” “Did you get new ones?”. Love them or hate them, they’re part of my story. They’re a constant visible reminder of who I was and where I’ve come from. Now that I’ve suitably depressed everyone…
The idea behind this blog was to share my journey. I’ve been through hell and back. But I’m still kicking. If someone can benefit from my experiences and it saves them some of the pain I’ve experienced, then it was worth it. I’m starting over for what seems like the millionth time. But I can choose where I go from here. I can choose to be optimistic and enthusiastic about where I’m going. There’s always a choice in the matter. I read a quote a while back that I like to refer to when I get down on how things are going. “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it”. I have an amazing group of friends and family supporting me, professionals I trust to guide me, and my keen fashion sense working for me. It’s onward and upward from here.
I hope you stick around and get something out of my writings and ramblings. Have a cup of tea and make yourself comfy.
P.S. I promise my trademark sense of humor will appear soon enough. 😀