My scars define me.
They define me as a fighter, a survivor, and a supreme kicker-of-asses who was in an dark, awful, scary place and got better.
They define me as a success story.
And I am not ashamed of them.
So I was being an idiot two days ago and ripped something in my leg. I pulled my leg too quickly into a pose and there was literally just a loud ripping noise. And then pain. And laughter.
MY LIFE, PEOPLE.