You Are In Deep Shit!

She swallowed hard and slowly turned around to look at him.

"No-no one did it to me. I have always had these scars since I was a little girl. I, uh, came to earth with it."

She explained, and Lorenzo arched his eyebrow at her.

"Then why do you hide it?" He inquired.

"Well... I always believed that they made me uh... ugly. It wasn't beautiful at all, so-"

"You think, those scars on your arms made you less beautiful?" Lorenzo cut her off and she slightly nodded her head.

"Yes."

"But they don't. You will always be beautiful no matter what, and you know, your scars make you even better, because scars are like a way to tell what you have been through without actually saying a word. Some scars are internal, some are external, some are mental and a lot more. It makes no one less beautiful, you know."