I was a struggler. I cut. I burned. I ripped myself apart. I hated my own skin I hated my face/hair/body/fat/everything. I wanted to die. Writing and rewriting that suicide note. Plotting dates. Yes. I was there for a LONG time. I have found the light and I'm making a recovery. Please realize it gets better. Life is what you make it. Be happy stay happy!
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