My body was full of scars. There were scars running across my thighs. Scars along my belly. Scars on my back. I ran my fingers over them, feeling how the skin was different in those areas. Some of them were white, some were pink and the most recent ones were a fiery angry red.The scars always healed with time and the physical ache went away but I had been broken by the brutality we went through every day of our lives. Physical scars I could bear, but who would ever heal my broken heart?All Rights Reserved