Beautiful Scars

I was scared out of my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror. I stared at my half-naked body and for the first time ever in my 26 years of life I regretted ever letting a sharp object touch my skin.

Here I am, in my wedding night, moments before joining my husband in the next room for the first time in an act I've been scared of since the moment he asked me to marry him. I wasn't scared of sex; not really, I was more scared of him, his reaction, to the marks on my skin.