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To the girl who called my arms "ugly"
Why are the greatest people forever defined by a few mistakes?
Why do people choose not to see the bad instead of the good?
-Because the bad is easier to define.
This is truth, and truth hurts.
Will I forever be defined by these long slashes of faded pink and white?
-Possibly.
Do I care?
-No.
My arms are just arms, they are like branches of a tree, sometimes branches get damaged or fall off, does that necessarily always mean the tree is going to die?
-Of course not.
Trees can grow new branches in replace of the old ones can’t they?
-Of course.
Just as I can grow new skin, in replacement of the skin I have damaged.
-Yes..
Tell me, have you ever looked at a tree with missing limbs and called that tree ugly?
-No.
Why?
-Because, it’s a tree.
And I am a human.
-Exactly.
Tell me, do unscarred body parts define humanity?
-No.
Tell me what does.
-I don’t know.
Is that because you aren’t in touch with humanity yourself?
-No, I am human.
Being human doesn’t come with a lifetime guarantee of humanity. Just because my arms aren’t scar free does not mean you’ve figured me out. Why would I let a pencil sharpener, razor, or any other blade define me as a person? Why would I let those few nicks at my wrists be taken account for instead of my personality or my talents? Sure, they show sadness, loneliness, and a lot of other complicated emotions, but at least I’m not afraid to show it, some people cannot even bare that. My one true goal in life is for people to look at me as a human being, not for what I’ve gone through, but what I’m going for. “Hello my name is Alexis and I’m here for depression, anxiety, selfharm, and suicidal ideation.” Is no longer truth, for I am not on this earth to suffer, I’ve been put on this earth simply to learn, and maybe even someday teach. I want to do something with my life girl, why must you be so ignorant? I want to write until my hearts content, I want to love until the sun explodes, and I want to learn about everything that interests me, and you know what girl?
-What?
These scars will not stop me.

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