I love and hate them. I hate them because of how and why they're there, and some of the comments and looks I get. But I love them because it shows how far I've come since stopping (and starting and stopping again...). I kinda get obsessive about them though, and other peoples. Like I have a friend who has really bad scars, and she started showing them relatively recently... sometimes I love looking at pictures of her with her arms out. It makes me feel proud of her. But I am concious that I spend alot of time trying to find scars on other people...
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