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I have too many scars. Too many to count. All the way up my left arm. And some on my legs. I used to hurt myself all the time from middle school to my junior year. I would punch, burn, cut, and choke myself. My scars are deep. I'm 20 now and I still see them. I don't do that **** anymore, but I'm reminded of it every day. I don't care what strangers think of them....anymore. but it gives me so much anxiety when I have to meet new people. Its a burden to have these scars. I don't dream of a wedding. I don't get to wear half the clothes I want to. And I don't feel beautiful. If anything I feel like less of a person.