Learning To Be Proud of My Scars
Accepting the scars on my body wasn't nearly as hard as the battle I'm waging against the scars on my face.
"No one could love a girl with scars on every inch of her face"
"It's only okay to be fat if you have a pretty face, and I don't"
"Even $100 foundation can't cover these marks"
Every day when I look in the mirror, I see lack of self control, childhood chicken pox, chronic skin picking disorder.
What should I see?
A woman who struggles with dermatillomania and wins. Big, bright, brown eyes. A face that's weathered many storms and survived them all.
This is a work in process. I'm learning to be okay with that.
Image: Me, age 13