Itβs a badge of honor.
Show it off, let others see them.
When I was younger, I have always envied my classmates for having soft and silky hands. Mine were rough, dry, and full of callouses. I was naΓ―ve then but no longer.
At a young age, I was exposed to hard work and barely having something. But you know, I was not bitter about it. I made things work, found a way to get a degree, keep learning each day and although I am not a millionaire today, life has certainly progressed a great deal.
Today, I still have calloused hands (the difference is that I can now afford a bottle of lotion!), but I am no longer jealous. Instead, I thank my stars for teaching me the importance of struggles, for bruising my hands and my knees, literally and figuratively, because I have learned to be a better person, a stronger version of who I was, and still a wild dreamer at heart.
There is no reason to be ashamed of who we are, of sharing our inspirational stories. If we touch and change the life of one person because of what we have gone through, we have already made a huge difference.
Let us wear our battle scars like golden medals. In the end, without it, we will not be who we are today, strong, tall and proud, like a weather-beaten oak tree.
Tell us, what is your biggest battle scar and what has it taught you?