Badge of Honor
On Sateda, scars had powerful connotations.
They spoke of honor, bravery, and sacrifice.
I grew up with those notions. I never thought anything would change them.
But now, looking at smooth, unmarred skin in the mirror for the first time in years, I can’t help but realize that a lack of scars says something, too. What it says surprises me. I always thought it spoke of weakness; of softness; of something I could never respect.
Turns out I was wrong.
As I look over my shoulder at my back again, I know my perfect skin says only one thing.
Love.
The End
