

These are my scars, see them, feel them.
Know their past and their present.
These hold pain, pleasure and fear. ~
Seven years ago my ex-husband attacked me and tried to rip my boobs from my chest. I escaped. But not everyone gets that chance, I speak out and show my scars because everyone deserves to know their not alone in this world. My door is always open if you or someone you know is going through something.
My scars are becoming part of my story. So yes, when someone asks me "what's that under your boob?!" That's what it is. It's my past. Now you know.