Self. Harm. Is. Not. Fucking. Beautiful. okay? You’ve never cut before? Don’t start, I beg you please don’t. This is part of my arms after 3 and a half years of cutting. It goes like that all the way to the top, and all the way down my legs too. It’s not poetic, or “beautiful”. There’s no perfect relationship where the guy saves you and you both live happily ever after. It’s steri strips and stitches when they get too deep. It’s constantly knowing that you have blades, just in case you need them. It’s having to spend money on bandages and big plasters, it’s going into hospital and having to look a doctor in the eye and tell them how you did that to yourself. Cutting is the worst mistake I ever made. It put me in a and e so many times. It’s not a “fashion trend”. It is an addiction. One that’s never going to leave me. Even when I’m 40 and have a partner and kids, the scars will still be there to remind me of my illnesses. I’m not proud of my scars, I hate my arms and I cry almost every day because I want the scars to go.
This is a message to anyone about to pick up the blade for the first time: You will ruin your life by doing this, I know it’s tough right now but cutting will only make it worse. You’re beautiful. Go look in a mirror, take off your clothes and picture yourself with scars all over your arms and legs. That is what will happen to you if you start cutting. You are worth more than self harm. Don’t loose your fight kid, I believe in you.
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