Scars
Today I found the five scars on my thigh I thought I'd lost years ago. The middle one is fainter than the others, but it's visible in the right light. I doubt anyone would notice them but me, but it makes me insanely happy that they're still there.
I don't know how old I was when I did it. My guess is 16-18. It was after my bouts of cutting to deal with depression were over. Once I knew that was gone, I cut one more time, five cuts, on my right thigh, at one of the happiest moments of my young life thus far. I wanted scars that I could look at and remember the good times, as well as the bad. Five cuts for my five rules of conduct at the time: Do not Lie, Do not Cheat, Do not Steal, Do not Swear, and Do not Carry Weapons On A Sunday.
I don't know how old I was when I did it. My guess is 16-18. It was after my bouts of cutting to deal with depression were over. Once I knew that was gone, I cut one more time, five cuts, on my right thigh, at one of the happiest moments of my young life thus far. I wanted scars that I could look at and remember the good times, as well as the bad. Five cuts for my five rules of conduct at the time: Do not Lie, Do not Cheat, Do not Steal, Do not Swear, and Do not Carry Weapons On A Sunday.