My stomach area has been one of my biggest insecurities . It was the start to all the questions I didn't want to answer. Living with Chronic illnesses that haven't been diagnosed has been extremely challenging, I wake up everyday with the fear that I have possibility of having to get rushed into a hospital. These scars were my insecurities and my clothing was my mask , to seem like a normal healthy girl. Over the years passing I've come to realize that I'm a living example of what it means to get back up after being knocked down . And I take pride in that. I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid of my own body and it's illness , but I know that I'll keep fighting everyday, and to live everyday to the fullest. Count your blessings every single damn day because we're all beautiful messes in our own unique way.