It has taken months of care and she still has scars that are healing. Despite the pain she has experienced, not by anything she chose to do, but from a situation beyond her control, she continues to be one of the sweetest and gentleest horses.
The rain and snow keeps her in her stall most of the time to try and keep dirt from making an infection in her legs. Sometimes when I walk by her stall, her head is hung low in a depressed sort of way.
Today when I went in her stall, I rubbed her face, and she would lower her head in a comfortable and submissive gesture. She doesn't have to trust, she doesn't have to be patient and gentle. Lots of horses would be skittish and mean after a painful and traumatizing experience like hers.
Some might think she is damaged or ugly for what she has experienced. Her scars aren't gone, they are still healing and they are a reminder that she is alive and she is a survivor. She is strong and she is beautiful. She is full of love. She is more than her scars. So are you and am I. We are more than our past. You are beautiful and loved. You are strong even when you feel like breaking. You are more than your scars. In the words of a popsong, "you should know you're beautiful just the way you are, and you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart, no scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful."



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