I’m at a grocery store because Mom wanted me to get her some grapes. This morning I was cold, so I put on a hoodie. I’m still wearing this hoodie in 90° F weather… and maybe I didn’t shower this morning.
It’s hot. I roll up my sleeves and reveal my scars to the world, my scars for which I and only I am to blame. An abuse victim but I was the abuser.
I have self-harm scars, prominent ones; and I’m probably smelly; and I probably look like a gender-confused sloth. But life is finite and we’re going to die. And it helps, it’s so freeing, not to worry about such matters. People will judge no matter what. People will make up their stories. I think we probably all do it to some extent.
So, I am going to reveal my true identity. Judge all you want. Pity me, berate me, all you want. It doesn’t matter.
Here I am:
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