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Why I’ve loved my scars from the very first day I had them

Wow, how lucky we are to have such amazing bodies.
Fi Munro

I haven’t grown to love my scars. In fact, I loved them from the very first day I had them. I wasn’t ashamed of them because I knew they had given me life. Similarly, I embraced my bald head whilst going through chemotherapy. I saw a warrior when I looked in the mirror, never a victim. I love my colostomy bag and everything it stands for; advances in medical science and ultimately life-saving surgery.

Yet if I were to believe what society and the media have told me, then I'd be feeling a very different way. I would view my scars as ugly and hide them from the world. My colostomy bag would be disgusting and I would feel ashamed. When I was bald I would've felt like less of a woman.

Eh, hold on a minute. I don’t think so!

I have never felt more wonderful than I do today. I’ve never felt prouder of my body for all of the incredible things it can do and most importantly, the fact that it's providing me with life. My body is incredible and so is yours!

So, why does society tell us otherwise? Why do we feel that we need to be a certain weight to be healthy or attractive? Why do we feel less than ourselves unless we look a certain way? Where are all the role models telling us that our gorgeous "imperfections" make us perfect?

When I was a little girl growing up, every female role model looked a certain way. She had a pretty dress and long perfect hair. She was beautiful and slim. The dolls I played with, the cartoon characters I admired… they all looked the same. Nothing changed once I became a teenager, or even when I became an adult. Everywhere I looked I was told that ‘beauty’ and ‘perfection’ must look a certain way.

My body is incredible, and so is yours!

My body is incredible, and so is yours!

Today, I'm still wondering where the cartoon characters with a little (or a lot) of curves on their hips are. Where are the dolls rocking a short hairstyle? Or no hair at all for that matter? Where are the models with scars? Where are the actors or actresses with colostomy bags?

We need more people teaching the next generation that being a survivor, being different, and being unique is much sexier than trying to be perfect.

On my journey with Stage 4 cancer, I always aspire to be the person that I needed when I was growing up. I want to challenge society’s perception of "perfect" and encourage everyone to embrace their beautiful bodies.

It took ovarian cancer, chemotherapy, and MASSIVE surgery before I appreciated my body and learned to love it without bashing it every time I looked in the mirror. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the next generation unashamedly loved themselves for who they are?

I want to see role models that real people can relate to. There needs to be a change and it starts with us. The next time you look in the mirror, recognize how incredibly gorgeous, sexy and wonderful you are just being you. We don’t need to look a certain way or be a certain weight. We don’t need to fit into a certain dress size or wear the latest fashion. You, just as you are right now, are perfect. 

That breath you just took, that pulse in your veins, that is your body doing wonderful things to keep you alive. Isn’t that the most beautiful, magical and incredible thing ever? Wow, how lucky we are to have such amazing bodies.

Love and light, Fi xx

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Find Fiona's book, "Love, Light and Mermaid Tails" on our book club list.