13/04/2025
Sunday Service 🫶☀️🌞🌅
Awwww how nice has this weather been lately!! ☀️
I’ve been living in dresses and T-shirts from the second the sun even thought about showing up. My soul lights up like Christmas when it’s shining!
I won’t lie — from October to March I’m deep in full-blown winter depression mode. 🙋♀️😔😭 Hate it. Me and this knackered old body just don’t cope without the sun. No heat, no light, and I proper crack. Mood flips, motivation’s gone, cba with anything. 🤣
But the second the sun’s out — BOOM! ☀️💪 I’m back. Different vibe, different Sal. When the sun’s here, I make the absolute most of it.
Yesterday was a little trip to Chester (one of my faves!) and yep… the shorts were out! Not just any shorts — the Primarni skimpy little numbers… 🤣 you know the ones, girls!
Years ago, I’d have never worn them. My legs would’ve been well and truly covered.
Because when the sun comes out, so do the battle scars.
Those little faded lines, the ones that don’t normally get seen, pop back up. A quiet reminder of dark days. Back when I was at my worst, self-harm (and drinking myself stupid) was how I coped. It was the only thing I felt I had control over. And when I was in that place, it got bad. Really bad. But I hid it well.
Fast forward to now — still healing, but here. The scars are still there, but I’m done hiding them.
They remind me just how far I’ve come. ✨💫💪💜
They show I’ve survived. I fought, I grew, I healed. And if someone else sees them and finds strength, knowing they’re not alone — that you can be in that dark place and still come out the other side — then I’ll show them, proudly.
My scars are my tattoos of survival.
And who knows… they might just be someone else’s hope. 🫶😘
Happy Sunday, my loves xx 💋
