I still have the scars you left me. You hoped they'd disappear so no one would ask. They haven't gone away yet. Now, I almost appreciate them. They remind me how far I've come. You were at your darkest point when you left them. You were the darkest point in my life. I haven't made any more; I haven't even wanted to. People sometimes do see them. You thought you had hidden them so cleverly but my wardrobe is different now. I've gotten questions, some incredibly weird, but I'm not afraid of them anymore. I can almost always give a simple, honest answer. These scars are a permanent part of my body. You put them there because of how much you hated it. I hate you because you hated this body so much you permanently damaged it. Now they're here forever. They're a part of me because of you.
