

*Flashback to 2003*
I was 25 and at my absolute skinniest because I had lost my father right after miscarrying for the 4th time. My daughter’s father took this picture while I was deep in my own internal pain, and didn’t show it to me until we decided to get married a few months later. This picture brought about the poem below. 🖤
**You asked to see my scars,
so I showed you my
wrists,
thighs,
chest,
and hips.
But then I whispered,
"Those are just the ones
on the surface."
And you asked
what I meant by that,
so I told you about
all of the scars left
on my heart.
And you replied,
"Those were the ones
I saw first,
that's why I'm
here."** - K