Life of Death

Tigers

Ever since grade 3 I've had an obsession with tigers. Back then I didn't know why and I guess I didn't really have a proper reason, I liked them because I liked them. In year 7 that obsession developed a reason. A reason that no one knows.

It's no secret that I self-harm; at least if you've read the previous parts of this book. A tigers stripes remind me of a the scars I've gotten from that struggle and not just the physical ones. Tigers are fierce, independent animals that fend for themselves. They've gone through their fights and gotten their scars but they survived that and are better of now. My scars will always remind me of a tiger. I may not be done with getting scars and I may not be done with that struggle but I know when I am, I'll be a tiger; ready for whatever life throws at me.

I have to admire them they've been through stuff worse than I could handle yet they still made it. They're inspiration. Motivation. A reason to keep going.
That's why I love tigers.
That's why I am a tiger.