The Beauty of Pain

The Beauty of Pain


Pain is real. Pain is beautiful. I've never seen pain as something to aspire to or desire to obtain. Never have I purposely asked to be hurt; yet that does not stop hurt from becoming a reality in my everyday life. I do not have the answer as to why innocent people are going through abuse or why some days smiling is the hardest task to accomplish, but what I am fairly certain of is that beauty lies within our scars. Where there is pain there is growth, and where there is growth there is bound to be beauty. I see it as simple as the season of autumn. Colorful leaves die for a period of time leaving traces of something coming to an end for weeks, but there is hope. Spring soon follows and life is born anew. Sometimes it is imperative for things to come to an end for beauty to come to life. My scars simply testify to beauty in every aspect. They scream of forgiveness, grace, and mercy. I have lived. I have learned. Beauty has birthed.

There are times where I feel that a plain look speaks volumes. I mean, sometimes I rarely wear any color, and quite frankly I am completely happy with it. What is my point? You don't have to over complicate certain looks. Stick with simple and watch how you stand out.

There is hope!



Dress: H&M

Trench: Urban Outfitters

Bag: Marc by Marc Jacobs

Shoes: Ross