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
