Katarina, 24

I am all women, proud of their scars.

This is my biggest visible scar. I got it after a femur fracture at skiing 11 years ago. And right around that time, something broke inside me as well. I’m still not sure what, but it did. I didn’t trust myself. I didn’t like myself. I don’t know why. It wasn’t my weight, it weren’t the imperfections. Maybe it was the words I heard many times, maybe it was the words I made up. No matter where they came from – I believed them. ‘You’re not good enough.’ ‘You’ll never be good enough.’ ‘Everyone else is better than you.’

Broken soul is harder to heal than a broken leg. But it is possible.

I’m healed. My bone has been healthy for 10 years, my soul a little less. But I made it. I am proud of my wounds, my scars – on my leg and on my heart. I was like all the women, who are fighting themselves, but I’m not anymore. Now I fight with me, against distrust. I made it!