You will not love your scars. You will not love them when your nail tech asks you what happened. You will not love them when you’re grown and a grocery store employee asks what happened to your arm. You will not love them someday despite accepting them but there will come a day-
Cleaning my bulimia bathroom and remembering the time I told my ex who was my bf at the time abt my bulimia and he was like “oh that makes sense” and I was like “….why?” And he’s like “I saw this crazy mess under your toilet seat one time and thought u just had bad diarrhea”-
Where you will not love them. They are romanticized to no end on here but this is not real life. You will search your closet for long sleeves for a job interview and curse your younger self you do NOT love your scars