Because nobody goes though life without a scar.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

Whatever doesn't kill you, it's gonna leave a scar

Sometimes you could see the scars and sometimes you couldn’t. But everybody had them.

Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back.

What doesn't kill you is gonna leave a scar.

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

(...the non-conformist, how do you keep from getting scarred?)/i don’t! i got a scar here…and uh i got a scar on my knee…and uh a few scars on my soul.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

I don't want to die without any scars.

Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

Women endure entire lifetimes of these indignities — in the form of catcalls, groping, assault, oppression. These things injure us. They sap our strength. Some of the cuts are so small they’re barely visible. Others are huge and gaping, leaving scars that never heal. Either way, they accumulate. We carry them everywhere, to and from school and work, at home while raising our children, at our places of worship, anytime we try to advance.

Never be ashamed of a scar. In the end, scars tell the story of our lives, everything that hurt us, and everything that healed us.