I wake up every morning and watch myself in the mirror as I dress up for work. I don’t look too bad, is my last thought before I step out. I walk out confident, able to face all the challenges for the day. I walk out ready to take on the world one more day. However, what I also know is that the mirror I trust each morning doesn’t reveal the truth. The mirror lies every morning, or rather, it hides the truth.

The mirror hides my scars. It hides the struggles I’ve been through all my life. It also hides the daily struggles I go through each day. The mirror has never been a reliable source of identity. Nevertheless it makes us feel better by hiding what truly makes us, us!

Many people would love the fact that the mirror only reflects our physical appearance. I’m not one of those people. If I could wish for one thing it would be for a mirror that reflects a person’s soul. It should reflect the hardships we have been through, the battles we have fought. It should reflect our  victories and defeats. It should reflect our scars. It should reflect our true inner self.

My journey has not been an easy one. I wear my scars like battle armour each morning as I step out to challenge the world. Even if my mirror does not reflect them, I still see them. I see my true self and I am not afraid to hide it from the world. Our scars make us who we are. We can choose to hide from the world or be open about it. I am as open as I could be. I am grateful for everything I have been through; good and bad, as they have shaped me into who I am today.

A friend of mine recently told me that he is impressed by the way I walked into and am taking on an unfamiliar country, all by myself; facing and winning hardships without depending on our troubling anyone else. All I can say is that my scars have made me stronger. They have made me a better person and it feels good when others see through them. All I’m saying is, I am proud of my scars and I am truly grateful to them for making me the person I am today.