I didn't grow up with scars, bruises or any kind of beating marks. I walked around with scars on the inside -- on my heart.
When I started cutting as an adult, it was such a relief. When I cut there is real blood dripping from my body. It's real. It's not just in my mind. Those scars are on the outside now. So everybody can see. So I can see.
I'm proud of my scars. I want people to wonder. I want people to speculate, "Maybe that's why she acts differently. Maybe there is more to the story."
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