Im extremely nervous to go on this family camp tomorrow (5 families inc mine). I have scars on my legs and hip and if anyone sees, theyll tell each other and probably someone in mine. Can you help with covering up and what to do if someone sees them?
The easiest way to cover up scars is to wear clothes that cover them, I’m not sure how far down they go on your legs but if it’s not to far you could try just wearing shorts or longer pants if you have to
The fact they are scars means that you did it awhile ago which means you shouldn’t feel ashamed of them at all. If anyone asks you about them you don’t have to tell them and simply just say no it’s not from self harm and leave it at that. Yes people suck and there are people who will always judge people who have self harmed but those people should not be people you consider important if they can’t understand you were going through something obviously painful enough for you to need a release and that the fact your still here is a blessing in itself.
The only person you should be worried about is you. If you can be comfortable with yourself, other people will follow. Xx
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.