I have never felt better than when I stopped wearing long sleeves/ arm warmers all the time, and just let all my scars show. Not many people care. I’ve had a few people ask me what happened and I would tell them “I cut myself” and they would kinda get a shocked look on their face, but that was the end of the questioning. It’s not that bad honestly. The only one who really cares is the person with scars, and when you realize that people don’t really care if you have scars it’s no big deal. Yeah you might get a look or a question every once in a while but it’s worth it to be comfortable.
I don’t bother hiding mine. They were mistakes I made, but I can own up to them. They’re part of my history and I have to accept it, so other people should too. Most people never even notice, much less mention them though.
I have a bunch of scars from when someone else tried to kill me. I wear swimsuits and shorts all the time, NBD. Then again I tend to attract people who are attracted to scars.
but i was really wanting to ask you how you feel about it.
i’m always feeling guilty for liking scars way more than what’s likely considered normal, so i never really tell anyone.
(i know it’s an old comment, still hoping to find some answers though, and i don’t want to hurt people i meet in person with my own weirdness)
Some day I need to find a copy of the book that was made as a study of my scars. I can’t say I’m proud of my scars since they are a visual reminder of some of the most horrible violence a person can survive, and I literally died to get some of them. But, neither am I ashamed of them, because to be ashamed of my scars is to be ashamed of myself.
Besides, there is a saying in America, “Chicks dig scars.” The full quote is “Pain is temporary, glory is forever, and chicks dig scars.” My personal experience is pretty much the opposite, some of my injuries never stopped hurting, after a few years people got bored with my tales, and there are women who get violently ill when they know about the injuries that caused some of my scars.
That said if you decide you want to come to Dallas I would be honored to give a personal tour of my scars.
I envy her Scars. Pills and cords around your throat dont leave marks at least scars can let people know how bad things are for you. I feel the only way anyone will ever know bad my life got is if they found my body.
I remember several years ago, a girl posted some photos of herself at the beach, in a bathing suit. Her arms and legs were covered in scars, many still healing, some even bandaged up. Unfortunately, she posted them on Facebook, and the comments… They were atrocious. It stuck with me for a long time.
Jupp. This happens every damn year…
That’s so true, with everything 🙁
you should always try and go on, people dont care about your scars and those who do, are not worth to know 🙂
Nice :p
I have never felt better than when I stopped wearing long sleeves/ arm warmers all the time, and just let all my scars show. Not many people care. I’ve had a few people ask me what happened and I would tell them “I cut myself” and they would kinda get a shocked look on their face, but that was the end of the questioning. It’s not that bad honestly. The only one who really cares is the person with scars, and when you realize that people don’t really care if you have scars it’s no big deal. Yeah you might get a look or a question every once in a while but it’s worth it to be comfortable.
i relate to this a little too hard [tw self harm] http://t.co/ps2axf9KuP via @depressioncomix
I don’t bother hiding mine. They were mistakes I made, but I can own up to them. They’re part of my history and I have to accept it, so other people should too. Most people never even notice, much less mention them though.
Indeed.
Agreed… :
it just got worse after 2 kids…
I agree Nice info thanks a lot :/
Who else thinks this is cool
To be fair she actually looks like some badass fighter chick with all those scars. it’s like seeing beshka from game of thrones in a bikini
I have a bunch of scars from when someone else tried to kill me. I wear swimsuits and shorts all the time, NBD. Then again I tend to attract people who are attracted to scars.
This comic is not about scars per se, but about the display of self-inflicted scars and the self-inflicted shame connected with them.
sorry for staring at your scars *cough*
but i was really wanting to ask you how you feel about it.
i’m always feeling guilty for liking scars way more than what’s likely considered normal, so i never really tell anyone.
(i know it’s an old comment, still hoping to find some answers though, and i don’t want to hurt people i meet in person with my own weirdness)
Some day I need to find a copy of the book that was made as a study of my scars. I can’t say I’m proud of my scars since they are a visual reminder of some of the most horrible violence a person can survive, and I literally died to get some of them. But, neither am I ashamed of them, because to be ashamed of my scars is to be ashamed of myself.
Besides, there is a saying in America, “Chicks dig scars.” The full quote is “Pain is temporary, glory is forever, and chicks dig scars.” My personal experience is pretty much the opposite, some of my injuries never stopped hurting, after a few years people got bored with my tales, and there are women who get violently ill when they know about the injuries that caused some of my scars.
That said if you decide you want to come to Dallas I would be honored to give a personal tour of my scars.
I envy her Scars. Pills and cords around your throat dont leave marks at least scars can let people know how bad things are for you. I feel the only way anyone will ever know bad my life got is if they found my body.
i tell people that mine were from a competitive oyster-shucking accident, or from a broken glass juggling tournament
I remember several years ago, a girl posted some photos of herself at the beach, in a bathing suit. Her arms and legs were covered in scars, many still healing, some even bandaged up. Unfortunately, she posted them on Facebook, and the comments… They were atrocious. It stuck with me for a long time.
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Funny, I didn’t see the scars I thought it was body dysmorphia and thinking your body is bad, maybe because that is where I come from
EACH and EVERY summer.