Cutting Punishment

June 12, 2011
I sit and I stare at the cut on my leg.
I just couldn’t help it. I was in the bathroom, shaving my legs, and I thought ‘what the heck?’ and pushed a bit harder into my skin. The effect was a bit bigger then I had assumed it would be, but that only made me feel even better.
I watched as the blood dripped down my leg. I did not feel any pain at all. There was something there; coming from the red spot on my leg, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels…good. I like it.
I make sure to keep all the cuts above my thighs, so that they are covered by various articles of clothing. So when I bandage the cut to prevent leakage for my mom to see, it might as well not be there. After I slip into the tank top and shorts that I sleep in, I look just like any other normal teenager.
But every time I change clothes, and happen to glance at myself in the mirror, I see just how different I am. I can’t bear to look at myself. I know that I am not ugly, but I still feel that way. I know that I weigh the same as about everyone else here, but I still feel like I need to hide a bulge in my stomach that is not there. And don’t even get me started about those two things on my chest. Too big in this, too flat in that. Never perfect.
I pull the flat iron through my hair. It’s so thick and curly, and always frizzes. After a quick forty-five minute session of steam rising from the iron, it falls flat. I have to admit, I do like the way it comes out. I just wish it was like that in the first place. And that it would stay put, and not fall back into its wavy pattern when it gets wet.
I am never perfect. I either look like I did my make-up in the dark, or I am a total s***. I’m not sure which I like better. Neither. I just want to find a balance in-between the two. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot.
I have a cut on my leg. And one on my stomach, and one on the bottom of my foot. They are my reminders. They remind me that I am fat and ugly, and that I must be punished. So here is my punishment, brought to me by myself. I must cut.

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Broken_Heart_In_Hiding said...
Aug. 28, 2012 at 12:45 pm
This article really leaves you thinking. It shows how hard it is to stop and its a way to feel something and/or a cry for help, not a way to get attention.
Healing_Angel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 1:55 am
Sadely many people seem to believe that SH is for attention seekers or people who can't express their emotions. That's ignorance on their part. I don't agree with it, but you can't force people to stop. If it were that easy, they would have done it. Great article.   
Annmarie11_12_13 replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 9:01 am
Thanks so much, and I'm glad I was able to get my message across, that its not as easy as you think just to stop doing things like this.
zero1 said...
Jun. 26, 2011 at 7:36 pm
i really liked this, it got me thinking about alot of things, nice job
Bagheera-Rose said...
Jun. 26, 2011 at 6:02 pm
Yes, this is really good. Sometimes it feels like people either make fun of people for cutting and blame it on their personality, or go to deep into the science of it. Maybe if more people realized why people cut, less people would get hurt. Your article is very well-written. Nice work.
introducingshelby said...
Jun. 24, 2011 at 5:56 pm
This is such a discriptive exlantation of.. everything. It all makes sense to me now.. why we do what we do, when we're feeling horrible.. I really appreciated this..
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