well, i'm pretty much always ashamed of mine... but to me, seeing my scars is kind of like cutting again, so in a way i like them...in the same way that i "like" cutting i guess. i "like" seeing them b/c i remember the relief of cutting, but i don't actually like them. lol i wonder if that even made sense.
its a love hate thing. most of the time i love them. but when others see them or i want to wear the clothes i want, i hate them. its weird. when they start to fade though i always want more.
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its a love hate thing. most of the time i love them. but when others see them or i want to wear the clothes i want, i hate them. its weird. when they start to fade though i always want more.
Thats exactly how i feel. now that i've stopped they are fading and i kinda miss them cause they show me that i made it through
I'm okay... isn't that what I'm suppose to say?
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Fresh cuts - I like, I don't like it when they fade as I feel that I need more.
Fresh scars that are healed - I don't like, I'm scared someone will see.
Faded scars - I don't like, because of the clothes I cannot wear due to the fact that they are there.
I like them, in the same way I 'like' cutting, but I hate them at the same time, but then I find it hard when the do start to heal as I feel that I need more. x
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I hate them mostly, I get occasions when they fade and it starts to scare me a little, I guess because I'm so used to have scars but I hate having to always cover up and having to explain to people if they see. xxx
love hate thing aswellwhen they fade i do sometimes want more (on wrists for example) i only have a few on my right arm and tbh i don't want them to fade
I worry that it will stop me from getting a job that they will see my scars and be like no we dont want her. And yet I dont want to get rid of them just yet. There are days I think they are fine I and I like to look at them but then other days just looking at them makes me sick.
SAME! I don't like them when i can't wear certain types of clothes but when they start to fade i feel the need to cut more just because i have nothing to remind me of the stuff i've been through.
but if cutting didn't scar i don't think i'd do it as much now, it never used to be about seeing scars, but sometimes it is now i guess.
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I hate mine. The scars on my arms aren't very visible as my arms are covered in freckles which hide the scars (except for when it's cold, then they show up as pinkish/purple lines) but my thighs are covered in scars that I loath.
I hate mine. The scars on my arms aren't very visible as my arms are covered in freckles which hide the scars (except for when it's cold, then they show up as pinkish/purple lines) but my thighs are covered in scars that I loath.
Exactly!
Eeep i think scars look foul in my opinion. well mine especially :/
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Like, I will never forget what caused each one of my scars and soem of them have really happy memories attached but also they remind me of really bad times sometimes.
Strangely enough, I really like my scars (and fresh cuts, although there's not been many of those for a while). If people wouldn't be upset by them, I'd wear t-shirts more often. As it is I have to wait for them to fade a lot before I can do that.
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it depends for me
sometimes i really like them, i want more, it shows something, pain, that cant be shown otherwise..
but then i hate them, there ugly, show how pathetic i am
