I Don’t Need My Scars To Remind Me That I’m Strong
The scars on my body tell the story of the most painful years of my life. Removing them is the beginning of my next chapter. So Id scratch my arms until my nails drew blood, leaving my shoulders raw and stinging. The relief was fleeting, lasting only until the cycle began again. After a year, therapy and Prozac brought me back to brightness. I bled for weeks as the fibroid took over my body and mind, reroutingmyblood to feeditscraving....