Why the beauty of scars? Because in my long journey to heal from the sexual abuse I suffered as a child, I've learned that it all comes down to the scars I carry inside. Not wounds. Scars.
Each instance of abuse left behind an open wound. These wounds slowly scabbed over but were infected from the years that I pretended they didn't exist. Once I cleared off the scabs, opened the wounds and drained the infections, they started to heal. Once healed, they formed scars. I can now choose to show them or not. Scars don't hurt, wounds do.
My name is Pamela Sue Henderson and I was a sexual abuse victim. I have moved past acting like a victim, to being a survivor to now enjoying a life where I am thriving. I am not a counselor, psychiatrist or any type of licensed professional. I am just like you, trying to make my life meaningful and satisfying without dragging around a load of pain.