freakofnurture
Platinum Member
I used to be very ashamed of my scars. But then one of my 'Sisters under the Blade' said something that completely changed my outlook:I have three deep scars on my upper left arm. It sucks I can never wear sleveless anything without someone commenting on it. I know I did it to myself and deserve to be ashamed but it still sucks.
"I am a Warrior! I fight battles every day against my death wish, against the pain, against my inner demons. You know what you get when you fight for your life? You get scars! And you wear them with pride, because they show that you didn't run away, but fought for you life and came home victorious."
It's a bit cheesy, I know, but this image helps me; just like the understanding that the scars on my arms and legs are not at all different from an appendix scar or the ones I got from scratching my chicken pox.
I just wear whatever I want, spaghetti tops, t-shirts, and I don't care if others see my scars. If someone asks me I either tell them that I have a huge cat (which is true) or that it's a long story that I'll maybe share with them once we know each other a bit better. Sometimes I even just shrug and say: "I cut myself." and that's it.