“Cara, why do you call yourself an abomination?” I have no answer to that. Well I do, but I don't want to talk about it, especially not with her. “Why do you ask so many questions?” I was born with knowing who I am. No one had to tell me the history of my 'family' I was born with it. From the moment I took my first breath I knew I was bad, I knew that I was an abomination and I knew that some people didn't like me and were out to kill me. It's a disturbing thing for a toddler to know and think about always. The very first time I saw my tattoos peel off me was when I was five, on my first day of school in the girls bathroom. I wasn't scared because they had been talking to me ever since I was born, but it did surprise me to watch a huge snake remove itself from my skin. I felt like an abomination