Maybe it’s just me that’s weird but I actually like my arms. I think they’re beautiful. Maybe it’s because I know what lies beneath it all. Other people just see scars and self infliction but me? I see a fighter, a warrior, sadness, emptiness, pain, misery, agony, flashbacks, anger and hatred, voices, abuse, self hatred. And so much more. But I survived. And I’m fighting like hell. More than some people can ever imagine. And these are my battle scars. And I’m not ashamed.
So true. Be brave. Keep fighting.