TW: self harm
An open letter to my hands and arms,
I’m sorry for the amount of times I’ve itched for pain on my wrists. I’m sorry for the constant stereotyping around the way I looked growing up, that led to comments such as “Go cut yourself”. I’m sorry for thinking maybe I should cut myself, or that I deserved the scars people thought I had. I don’t know how many times I thought about the idea, pictured the cuts, physically had a blade at my arm but could not conduct the pain. Thank you, thank you for pulling through all these years, all the comments, all the urges, everything. I could have scars, but I have partially blank canvas’ for more tattoos and reminders of purpose.