I have a long history of self-harm. It starts age 11, and ends age 18. I have scars pretty much everywhere; my arms, shoulders, breasts, legs, hands, feet...
I am NOT ashamed.
I am aware that people judge me when they see my bare arms. I am happy and willing to hide my scars when meeting new people, or representing my family. I understand that they do not reflect well on us.
But I am NOT ashamed.
Bad stuff has happened in my life, I have mental health problems. I am not ashamed of these things. I could list them, but it would achieve nothing.
My scars are a result of the things I have survived. I would not be the intelligent, emotionally-balanced, caring person I am if I didn't have my scars. They are part of me.
I am NOT ashamed.
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