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Flowers
July 18, 2023
My body is full of flowers.
I've planted these flowers myself, and they come in beds on my arms and legs.
I am proud of my flowers.
But I never see anyone else with flowers.
Constantly, words of shame follow the clouds over my head
Of people telling me I should be ashamed of my flowers.
The flowers that tell everyone I made it.
Why does no one else see their beauty?
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In about 6th grade, I started self-harming. I thought I was alone, and was scared to show my body in public. I remember going to the beach in a bikini and getting so many stares and points from families, even people that would cover their kids' eyes. They thought I couldn't see them, but I could. And it broke me. That is not something an 11-year-old should go through. As I slowly accepted my scars, I became proud of them. They showed a battle that I had won. And I hope more people can embrace their scars just as I learned to.