Fuck self harm.

I get asked all the time if I’ll ever cover up my scars and the answer is always the same. No. I don’t want to cover my battle wounds because they define me. They remind me how far I’ve come and the progress I’ve made. I survived a lot of shit and these scars prove that. I’m no longer ashamed of who I was but proud of who I became. I am no longer ashamed of being mentally ill. I have over 200 self harm scars on my body and I’m not hiding any of them.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s