...on my hip.
On my wrists.
How lovely, turning cream skin to a soft shade of rose?
How hurtful though, it is to others.
My new sick habit is starting to get out of hand. 6 three inch welts on my hip and a few fading scabs on my wrist. I'm so powerless to myself. To eat right, I have to cut. To not cut, I have to binge and purge. Well, by 'have to' I'm referring to feel normal. Is there no sane side to myself?