To the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred

You’re lonely in a room full of people. You watch companionship from a distance and feel empty arms embrace you. Sometimes a single tear, sometimes a torrent, rushes down your hallow cheeks and stings your bruised lips.

As you walk by rows of perfect people, you hang your head but still feel their stinging eyes and hear their snickers. You wish to sink into the ground, out of sight, because you believe that there is something too flawed and too broken to ever be loved and accepted.

You’re the misfit, you’re the outcast, you’re the broken and the scarred. You’ve fallen, you’ve failed, you’ve wounded and been wounded. You wonder if there’s any return, any way that you can climb back out of the pit that swallows you night after night.

It is to you that I reach out my hand. My fingers brush against yours. Your eyes bore into mine and question whether I will leave you like everyone else has.

For so long now, you’ve hidden your scarred arms beneath layers of clothes and your broken heart under pink makeup and sparkling sequins. Your eyes fall to the floor and long to find a safe place – anywhere besides the flawless faces of those around you. You fear that they will see past the forced happiness into the crumbling soul of the broken.

You hide in the dark because you fear that once you step into the light, they will see your secrets and you will be stripped for all to laugh at. You are battered and wounded, you and thrown down and beaten until you fear you will never rise again.

Rise, stand, fight. Fight their words and the looks of hatred. You are not defined by the color of your skin, your complexion or your clothes. Break free from the hands that hold you by the throat and let them know that they cannot silence your voice anymore.

You’re scared and your pulse throbs in your ears. They shout and revival you because they see you as a freak. They only see your skin, not your heart. They do not know the real you.

Listen to the rhythmic pounding of your pulse and let it drown out their fury. In its sound, thump thump thump, find courage. It tells of bravery and strength beyond measure – you have chosen to live despite the pain of the past, the fear of the present or the unknown of the future. Thump thump thump. You’re a survivor who can thrive and blossom. Thump thump thump. Hear His words in the rhythm. Beautiful. Child of Hope. Chosen One. Blessing. Found. Loved Beyond Measure. Warrior.

The One who knew you before the world came to be – He chose to give you the gifts that you see as curses now. He sees the deepest parts of you and He calls you to dance in the midst of your pain. He stands with you in the fire and holds up your head when you no longer can. You are perfect in His eyes.

To the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred. You fight the odds and stand in the face of the storm. You are forgiven for the past mistakes. You are being healed by the touch of the greatest Physician. He reaches out his hand, He pulls you from the pit and sets you on firm, dry ground. He takes away your torn garments of Shame and replaces them with Hope.

You are not Depression. You are not Self Harm. You are not Abuse. You are not Pain. You are not Suicidal Thoughts. You are not what has happened to you. It impacted you, but it does not define you.

To the girl sitting all alone at the edge of the room packed with people: you are seen.

To the one who hides the scars on your wrists beneath bracelets and watches: living is the bravest thing that you can do. I wish I so much that I could take away your pain, my friend.

To the one who hides in fear and shame: we will protect you and give our lives to save yours.

To the hurt: it is not the end.

To the unloved: you are precious beyond measure for who you are.

To the forgotten: you are found. You are not lost.

To all the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred: you belong, you are embraced in warm arms, you are loved for who you are, we see your failures and your bleeding wounds and we are not ashamed.

We will stand by you until the end because you are worth it. Take our hands and we will dance in the midst of the pain. We will sing until the darkness breaks and light falls like a healing rain. Together, we are strong and our united weaknesses make us unstoppable. Together we conquer the demons of our past and the fear of our future. Following the leading of our Maker, we are no longer enslaved. We spread our wings. We fly. What we see as flaws and mistakes are really our greatest gifts.

Rise. Stand. Fight the lies. Believe the truth. Rise. Stand. And fly.

~Hattush

31 thoughts on “To the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred

  1. Hi…. I just wanna say… I really, really… this means a whole lot more than I could ever say, and I truly honestly needed to read something like this today so thank you so so much… I’ve had more experience with a lotta the stuff you’re writing about here then I really wanna admit… and yeah… this post is just so beautiful and so, so true. People really do feel like this… I would know lol, and a lot of them just need someone to say something like this so THANK YOU!
    (sorry that was long heh)
    I’m looking forward to checking out more of your content, it seems awesome… this is actually my first time checking out your blog since my friend Arein shared this post with me earlier today!

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    1. I’m so glad that it touched you and that you were able to read this at a time when you really needed it. ❤ You are definitely not alone in feeling and struggling with these things.

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  2. Hey… I wanted to say thank you. This post was a gift from God. I kid you not, 30 minutes ago I was sitting my my Church building crying with my friend over our anxiety, lack of self confidence, self hate, body dysmorphia, depression, and many other mental health issues we are both working through at this time. I got home and this was God’s way of telling me “I’ll love you even when you don’t love yourself.” Again thank you so much!!!! 🖤🖤🖤
    God Bless,
    The Perilous Pen

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    1. Thank you so very much, Tanatswa! That means a lot! ❤ Yes, it's something that God's put on my heart for a while and I want to bring awareness to it and talk about it because so many people do struggle with it!

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