It just makes me sad when people ask me to #tw pictures of myself where scars are beautiful, because I’m assuming these are people struggling w/ self harm…and therefore don’t you know the pain of just wanting to be at peace with your physical self? Don’t you already feel that fear of people talking about your scars? Don’t you know how hard I work to feel comfortable baring my skin? Can’t you see my healed, faded scars as a symbol that recovery is entirely possible??
You're so brave and so strong, I admire your strength and your perseverance. I went through something similar awhile back and I feel utterly defeated. Though countless of months have passed, it still feels like a fresh open wound, ready to burst at the slight notion of any form of affection. Although I'm still healing, you've given me hope that strength and growth can be found within this pain, and that recovery from such an event is possible. I pray that more happiness comes to your way.