No one charges into a life-or-death battle and emerges victorious without the evidence of battle —Scars! 

This month, I am celebrating my scars.

At first, the incision stitches, the swelling the distorted version of my breasts were a hideous vision (honestly, I called them my Frankenboobs), but as the swelling went down, the incisions healed, and the scars that were left painted a beautiful picture of a well-fought battle won.

I won’t try to hide from my scars or fade them away with more creams and potions; they are a part of me, part of my story, not to be ashamed of but to celebrate.  

To my fellow breast cancer survivors, who bear these scars, some with shame, some with defiance, and some embracing the beauty of a well-fought battle won, I salute you. And for the women who are still in the battle, I stand with you, praying for your victory to overcome the demon known as cancer. 

Today, October 4th,  would have been my father’s 83rd birthday. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year I was diagnosed with breast cancer. 

Last year, we lost my dad. He was brave in his fight, but his death was not a defeat, no, it too was a victory! Because as a blood-bought child of the most High God, he won his battle over death through the blood of Jesus Christ. 

My scars remind me every day that we have the victory, and for everyone, woman or man,  facing this journey, I say be bold, be brave, and face it with Audacious Confidence®. You are stronger than this disease!  

Your scars are your strength.
Your story is your legacy.
And your presence is your triumph. 💗

I am an overcomer by the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of my Testimony...

(Confession based on Revelation 12:11)