As gross as this sounds..
when I pick away at my scabs I feel like I'm picking a part something in my life that was meant to be there for whatever reason it was. When actuality I was just hammered and paid the consequences. They are ugly and beautiful at the same time. I don't know if i want to cover them or not. That would be a body FULL of tattoos.. They're never going away. So its like a tattoo. I need to be more creative on my story behind the (what feels like) 100 scars. Like.. jumping out of a moving vehicle to escape being kidnapped? Or.. saving a dog from a burning fire? Bathing suit season is so hard for me, but no one makes me feel self conscious? So how do I except them better? Remind myself every day how stupid I was to get trashed and go skateboarding or run through the sand and eat shit every 4 steps. Its not so easy. But things happen for a reason and so far I haven't learned my lesson. I guess thats the next and true step.. learn from your mistakes or else your body is gonna get tore up!