I was picked on a lot growing up, but I never really had any “severe” problems with it until I was eleven. I was cornered by two girls at my city mall and they threatened me, harassed me, assaulted me. They told me I was worthless. I tried my hardest to ignore the situation but that was when the self-infliction started. I cut my wrists, my arms, legs. It wasn’t to try and kill myself, it just made me feel better. They made me feel ugly on the inside, and I felt I needed to look ugly on the outside, too.
When I was 12 […]
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