Please Read This

[Twistember]

Please read this: http://justagirlxx0.blogspot.com/2011/07/becoming-stereotype.html

It's the July 14th post.

Please read it. Please help me.

Please.

[Love.Hate]

What I can say is yes I feel the same way, the scars are always going to be there and as much as we try to avoid it we are part of this stereotype.

But someone one day, out there will understand. They will love you for who you are and accept the scars, they may never "love" the scars but they are now a part of you. I believe every person has someone out there for them. You just have to find them.

:hug:

Are you speaking to anyone about this? Maybe you should tell your mum that you are a "cutter".

[Njathind]

Unfortunatly the scars will be with you forever, but so what? They are a part of you, they tell a story, and hey, some people find them rather cool. God knows why :what:

I would try and use some sort of cream or oil to help reduce the scaring and if you can, let them out in the sun. I've found thats really helped me. Dont view them as a negative, view them as a positive :yes:

[morbidmonkey]

I also hate myself. I hate what I've become and i have trouble keeping friends too. Someone who accepts you will come soon, though I'm not sure if love lasts.....well good luck anyway!

[Amaryllis]

It'll be okay. I say that a lot, but that's cause I know it will. Believe. With faith and trust, you can do anything, you can be happy. I'm not a guy, but I would love you scars and all :)

I hate my dad too. A lot. Looking at him is like looking in a mirror and having all my flaws magnified. I hate it. But who am I hurting? Who are we? Not him. Us. We are the ones who cry. We scream. We feel. We bleed. Hate does no good. Not to you, not to anyone.

I developed an eating disorder and I cut too, part of the reason why I became anorexic was because I wanted my dad to know he was a horrible father. I wanted to suffer and die and bleed because I didn't want to be someone he could be proud of. I wanted him to hate himself for messing me up. But he isn't suffering more than I am. I'm only hurting myself. Hell, he doesn't even know how much pain I'm in.

My point is, you're not your dad. You're not his victim. You're not anyone's victim. We can't blame what we are on someone else because we have a choice. We choose what we become. We choose what we do. We choose what we are. I know, it's hard. I feel like I'm stuck with the girl he, my mom and everyone else made me into, that anorexia made me into but I can change. When I was 50 pounds, I had to choose recovery or death, I chose recovery. It's hard. I stopped cutting for a year but I relapsed last week. But that's okay. Because I'll pick myself back up. Just like I always do. Because people look up to me and I have people I need to help.

Scars are scars, Cat. They are not wounds. Try to stop. Try. Believe you can. Have faith. Trust yourself. Reaching out for help is the biggest, very first step.

You will find someone who will see pass the scars. See pass the smiling girl outside. See pass the pain and find the scared little girl inside who's just crying for help.

My eating disorder was a reflection of what I felt on the inside too. I just wanted someone to ask. Someone to help me because I couldn't anymore. I couldn't cope. Couldn't hold on. Couldn't get up. But no one came. But I did cope. I did hold on. I did get up. You can too. You'll stumble, so do I. But you'll get there.

It's like running up an escalator that's running down. You don't want to go back to that dark place, you don't want to stay here either. But there's a door up there and once you get there, you can rest. We're all helping each other.

I used to think we were all alone, each of us running up our own stupid, stupid escalator. But we're not. We're all running up the same humongous, ridiculously high and fast escalator. And we're all helping each other. There's hands reaching for you everywhere. Just grab one and they'll pull you up. Just reach out to me and I will. We'll all get there some day. We stumble but we never really reach the bottom until we give up.

You don't fail till you quit trying.

Sorry for the long post. I'm here if you ever need me.

Love,
Faith And Trust

[XxMurderedKissesxX]

I totally get u. I hate my father. Hes done the same to me,and worse. Everytime I look at my scars,i feel disgusting. I have to make up stories for my nieces and nephews when they ask "What happened to ur leg auntie?" "Did the kitty scratch ur arm aunt katt?" Hes made me feel ugly & worthless. But by letting him still get to u,hes still winning. Hes still getting away with it. As much as it hurts,sometimes people are just,mean. U will find someone who loves u for u, love smacks u in the face when u least expect it. Something that might help,is every morning look in the mirror,and name three things u like about urself. It kinda sounds stupid but it works after awhile. Bc everyone has beauty,but its hardest for the person themselves to see it. U have to be strong enough to say,those things arent true, Im unique,im beautiful,and i love myself. If u cant love urself,how can anyone else? Confidence glows. If u really cant find away to love urself,fake it till u make it,bc after awhile,u will. And u will feel amazing and walk with ur head held high, Hang in there : )