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from Six Billion Secrets http://bit.ly/LTzL87
Having meat on your bones really is not as bad as it seems.
Friday Jun 6 @ 03:37pmWednesday May 5 @ 06:47pmYou cut? I’m here for you.
You’re depressed? I’m here for you.
You’re insecure? I’m here for you.
You’re unhappy? I’m here for you.
You need to talk? I’m here for you.
You want to kill yourself? I’m here for you.
You’re breathing? I’m here for you.
Anonymous asked: I feel awful every summer, because it's simply too hot to cover myself and I have to deal with the fear that people will think of me as a 'attention-seeking angsty teen' or something like that. There's no covering scars after five years of cutting with make-up either..
Very true.
This is just one of those times where you know what you’ve been through and you can’t let the judgments get to you.
A lot of the people believing that you are attention-seeking are probably doing worse things themselves to get attention.
Every time you go out, remind yourself that you are a strong person and that you can handle this. The more you speak it, the truer it becomes.
You ARE a strong person and this summer might just be your summer.
Have faith in yourself because I definitely do.
Wednesday May 5 @ 06:46pmNo more long sleeves.
No more sweaters.
You’re going to have to show yourself.
How do you feel about that?
Wednesday May 5 @ 05:45pm
I want to tell someone, I want just one person to know before this gets worse. Before I can’t stop myself anymore. I don’t want people to think I am attention seeking though.
Wednesday May 5 @ 05:43pmThe other night I was Skyping with one of my best friends. She lives in Holland and I live in America, so we don’t get to talk often. I trust her so much, and every time we talk I just feel so loved. She’s amazing.
I was talking to her about cutting, and started telling her about how I sometimes take pictures of my self-harm instead of writing about it, or in addition to writing about it. I don’t normally show people the pictures, but I sent her a few. She had been sharing her screen with me because I’d been watching her draw something, so I saw when she opened the files.
She opened this picture, kept it on the screen for a few seconds, closed it, and opened it again in Photoshop. I watched, confused, thinking it had been an accident.
I watched quietly while she erased every line of blood, every scar, every cut from my body. I started recording the screen without thinking- I needed to be able to watch it again. I knew I would need to feel that sense of… relief. That there was someone in my life who knew the extent of me and could still see through to something beautiful.
I wanted to share this with you because I think it’s important. If you feel anything close to how I felt when I saw this, I’m happy. Because you should know that it’s possible to be loved, underneath the pain and the scars and the blood. We are all beautiful.
You’re beautiful, and above all, you are not alone.



