My scars are invisible.
So is my disability and my pain.
I feel them every day. I battle them.
I fight my anger and the stigma.
I can't control migraine.
I can't control that pain.
I can try to manage it.
I can't control what was done to me.
I can't change what happen to me then.
I can't change the face I wasn't wanted.
My tattoos are mine. I created them.
They are pain I can control.
They are the scars to mark my invisibility.
They make the invisible visible.
I will choose my scars. I will make them.
And they will be beautiful, even though I am not.
They will tell my story, my way.
My body. My power. My choice. My art.
My pain. My rage. My control.
My invisibility. My visibility.