Love Your Scars, love yourself.
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can’t believe I’m 8 months clean today - I’m a warrior, and now I’m using my recovery and what I’ve learned to help others with my organization, Love Your Scars, which is followed by the lovely Demi Lovato on Twitter.
Last night, March 7th, 2014, I had the opportunity to meet one of my biggest inspirations AND my biggest Love Your Scars supporters, Demi Lovato.
For those of you that don’t know, I run an organization known as “Love Your Scars,” which specializes in helping people who are going through a rough time - whether it be self-harm, depression, anxiety, an eating disorder, PTSD, or ANYTHING, we are not confined to any set illness, we help everyone and all that we can. Many of the scars that we have aren’t physical, but emotional & can even cause more pain than any physical harm we’ve ever endured. Each instance that you go through at one point or another leaves an impact on who you are and the way you think, sort of like a scar: you may have moved on from the experience, but it stays with you forever. No matter what it is you’re dealing with, we’re here to help.
However, this past July, Demi Lovato not only DMed me on my personal Twitter account, but she then followed my Love Your Scars Twitter. From that moment, my life changed for the better. She DMed me again about a month later, stating that she was proud of me & hoped that I was doing well.
Yesterday when I went into the M&G, the girl in front of me ended up blinking in her 1st pic, and after the 1st pic was taken I was allowed into the booth, however Max grabbed my hand and held me to the side & said that I couldn’t go yet and I was like, “of course this would happen to me” & they started laughing. Demi saw my shirt and my face and was looking at me until I approached her, where I then said “Hi Demi! You follow my page!” & she immediately responded with, “I KNOW! It’s so nice to finally be able to meet you, thank you for all that you’ve done for me & everything that you do,” we then took the picture (which I’m in love with) and she was grabbing onto my arm, continuously thanking me & looking right into my eyes. She wanted to talk more, but they wouldn’t allow it. She thanked me & watched me until the very moment I was out of the booth. I was in such shock that I met her, that she knew who I was, and that she thanked me. I can’t believe it.
Thank you Demi, not just for helping to save my life or showing Love Your Scars support, but for everything. Recovery IS possible. Your dreams CAN come true. I’m living proof of this. Stay strong, I’m here for you all.
So blessed & so thankful for this experience.
this means a lot, my boyfriend considers him self fat no matter what I tell him. One of my best guy friends thinks no one will date him because he is over weight which is the most un true thing every. All guys bodies are attractive.
This means a lot to me too because my boyfriend also thinks he’s fat regardless of what I say. The saddest day was when I watched him step on a scale and get sad at a number he saw. Spread the love.
My boyfriend always puts himself down because he thinks he’s too skinny, :(
shout out to all my male followers (;
how is it only now that more people seem to be realising that guys suffer too? this isn’t aimed at anyone i’m just saying… i’m a guy and i hate my body, people have laughed in my face before when they found out that i hate myself because they think that only girls suffer… so yeah, boys suffer too.
people don’t seem to realize that men get objectified in ads just as much as women do, they get advertised to about being worthless if they aren’t fit/muscular/handsome/don’t have a girlfriend/don’t have a big dick.
and people say that this is a “mans world,” and they get a lot of flack for not being, acting, looking, or even sounding manly enough.
my boyfriend gets low about his looks compared to others, and no matter how much i tell him otherwise i can tell it still eats away at him.
just like when i get low about my looks.
just remember that guys get degraded by the standards of the media just as much as women do.
BLESS THIS POST
I hate how my girlfriend doesn’t understand this…:( she just goes about thinking ugh you’re such an idiot how can you not find yourself attractive and I have no answer bc I hate my looks and compare other guys to me and I look down in sadness bc they’re so much more perfect than me and ugh
Your friends are going to the beach, and they invited you along. You love the beach, and swimming used to be one of your favorite things. But you have to tell them no. Why? Your scars will look purple and ugly against the bright pink of your swimsuit and there’s no way you can cover them up.
You decide to work at a summer camp for extra money. It is ridiuclously hot and so you cautiously leave the cabin in a tank top and shorts. Immediately, a little girl catches your eye. She runs up to you and points at the purple lines across your arms. She asks what they are, and keeps asking until you answer. She doesn’t understand why you run back to the cabin and come out with long pants and a jacket.
Now imagine it’s your wedding day. It’s spring time, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. The dress you originally wanted was gorgeous, but it showed your scars, so you had to pick the ankle-length one with long sleeves. The dress looks awkward on you, but you know that you have no other choice. No one can see your scars.
It’s your daughter’s high school graduation, and she is going to be valedictorian. You are so proud, and you plan to wear the nicest thing you own. Too bad it’s an outdoor graduation and the dress you picked out has short sleeves. You are forced to wear jeans and a sweatshirt. You look so out of place, and your daughter looks dissapointed when she sees you in the crowd.
You finally retired, and the whole office is throwing you a party. Your coworkers all get together and take you shopping for one last nice dress to wear to the party. You turn down every dress, claiming you don’t think it flatters you, when really it shows your scars. They all leave, and you still don’t have the dress you wanted. You can’t believe that your how life is changed because of something you did when you were just a kid, just your granddaughter’s age.
Now put that blade, or lighter, or whatever down. I know this isn’t how you want your life to go. No one wants that. I know you don’t want to be plagued by questions your entire life. Scars don’t go away, they stay forever. Those purple lines on your body, many are permanent. So stop now. Talk to someone. Just please, think about the consequences before you make that first, or fifth, cut.
You know at first I saw this post and I’m like wow, maybe this can help me and others who’ve struggled with self-harm, but then I realized, I think it may do the complete opposite. Please, forgive me if I’m being rude, and please, don’t take offense to what I say. But this is basically saying that because we’ve self-harmed, that we’re now restricted in what we wear and what we do. But how is that so?
I’m not saying that the events described above can’t happen, or that they don’t happen, because they can and I’m sure they do. But does having scars mean that I can’t hang out with my friends at the beach, enjoy my day, and wear a bikini because my scars are ugly? I can’t work at a summer camp in fear that someone may ask about my scars, someone may care why my skin is marked? I can’t choose the wedding dress of my dreams and instead have to settle with something that makes me feel awkward and not like the beautiful woman that I am (even with my scars) because nobody can see them? I have to pick out a different outfit and draw attention to myself, risking ruining the greatest day of my daughters life, because I have scars? And lastly, I have to restrain myself from enjoying my farewell party at work because I have scars?
So what does this all mean? That I can’t enjoy my life, spend time with my friends, work at a summer camp and help kids, wear the wedding dress of my dreams, maybe ruin my future daughters day, and stop myself from having a great time with great friends all because I have scars?
I’m sorry, but my scars don’t define me and they don’t stop me from living my life. My scars are a reminder of where I’ve been, they’re the roadmaps of my past, but they don’t carve out my future. They don’t hold me back from anything because my scars are a part of who I am. When I’m going to the beach with my friends, I’m going to flaunt my scars off, because even with them, I’m beautiful. When I work at that summer camp, I’m going to make sure that the students know that scars are proof that someone’s survived something traumatic. I’m going to make sure that I wear the wedding dress that I’ve been drawing/altering since I was 7 years old. I’m going to make sure that my daughter knows that she doesn’t have to be ashamed of her body, even if it has scars, that she should always embrace who she is and love every bit of herself and to never hold herself back from anything because of her past. And I’m going to make sure my coworkers buy me a fabulous dress for my retirement party because after all, that day is dedicated to me and my accomplishments, to how far I’ve come. And without my scars, without what I’ve struggled with in the past, I wouldn’t be where I am or who I am today.
My scars aren’t ugly, my scars are beautiful. I love them, and I love myself. Don’t let your past hold you back from enjoying every bit of your life. You’re still alive, you have to continue to live no matter what you’ve been through or what you’ve done. You have to keep moving forward, keep your head up and don’t let the opinions of others bring you down. Don’t worry about what others think of you, because you’re beautiful. You’re all so fucking beautiful and worthy of life.
"my scars are a reminder of how strong i am. There is light at the end of the tunnel, keep fighting!"
Thank you, cuntagious-hate, for the submission. You are so strong, and can get through ANYTHING. Don’t give up, keep fighting, you’re a warrior.
Stop whatever it is you intend on doing, your life is worth more than you think. You’re valuable & I believe in you.