They say that I am broken, like the window in my old truck. Cracked, shattered, fractured into so many pieces I will never be whole again.
But, they are wrong.
A chip here and there, hardly makes me ruined. I have character. I have Kintsugi. My scars make me beautiful. They are hieroglyphs that tell my story in all its glorious fullness. They show my depth and vibrancy.
My broken pieces are 3-D IMAX, in-your-face, action-adventure reality. They don’t leave me damaged. They give me the freedom to rearrange myself into whatever I want to be.