So I've been thinking lately, I'm afraid to kick my problem. I feel like I have slowly begun to define myself by it. I'm just that picking girl, the one with the scars. I think I'm afraid of who I will be without it. What is it like to just be beautiful without bandaids? What will I do instead? How will I fill these countless hours that for over a decade, have been spent picking, and scratching at myself? How do I start from scratch?
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