The drive back to the hotel took a few hours, my mind was racing and my body was numb I don’t remember the traffic in and around Kampala hearing the horror stories of these women had left me in utter awe, the kind of evil some of us are capable of is beyond comprehension. These women are all determent to live their life, succeed at it and move on. The scars were just a part of who they are and they wore them proudly. Proud to have survived, proud to have overcome the pain and proud to continue living. even when I was taking their pictures they were posing for me showing their scars as if they were their best features.