Folks, this is scary! I'm afraid of being hurt. I'm scared of letting you see me. I'm afraid to show the scars, the pain. I read a quote a few minutes ago. It's one that is making me type this at the moment. Have I not fully accepted my disability, my beauty, my everything. Does letting you, where ever you are, scare me? Shitless! Would I love to be issueless, yes! Do I wonder if I can reconcile who I am in the mirror. Is it painful to admit, I love the Creator, but not His creation. I can't believe I'm doing this. When you read these posts, blessing overwhelms me.