anironbutterfly

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. M