This might not be the ideal way to kick start this blog, but, by the time you reach your twenties (like I have), you have encountered more than a few bumps along the road. The result is that, if you were a crayon, you would have been sharpened several times and maybe even chipped or plain snapped.
But as this Pinterest find says, “broken crayons still colour”.
No matter how much friction you have experienced, you are still capable of being a meaningful member of society. You are still valuable. You have potential. You have purpose. Sure, the glossy new crayons in the newly opened pack look pretty, but it’s the well-used and -loved, battered box of Crayolas that has contributed to the making of an actual masterpiece. Not its rookie, unsharpened brethren in the neat new carboard container.
What I mean to say is:
love your scars. It can…
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