“They were upset.”
I don’t remember upsetting anyone. I would have noticed, you see, because that’s my fear. When you have a beautiful scarred body and you know why you cut yourself; the thought that others may follow the same path is abhorrent.
A long time ago I decided the best way to protect other people would be to acknowledge my scars. It’s not like they’re fresh wounds: they’re scars. And they tell a story which does me proud.
Bright sunlight casts strong shadows.
I don’t think they were hurt by what I’ve done.
I don’t think you can protect people by hiding the truth from them. I think you protect people by telling the truth: switching on the light. They can see for themselves there is nothing to fear.
I’m not afraid of the dark.