"I have been self-harming since I was a small child and the worst of it I have done in the last 5 years or so. I hate the scars." 


Being physically naked has never been a huge problem for me until I was about 21. But I always keep my mind fully dressed. I saw a small poster for Fully Disclothed in the Ferocious Mingle Markade on Camden St. which is sadly no longer there. I looked it up when I got home and immediately (not without some nerves) wanted to take part.


I wanted to do this is because of my scars. I have been self-harming since I was a small child and the worst of it I have done in the last 5 years or so. I hate the scars. They make me think twice about going swimming, or walking round with no top on when it’s warm and sunny. And the worst thing about them is they remind me that if things go sour, there's a very real possibility I'll do it again.


The main reason I try to hide the scars is because of other people. The awkward feeling I get when somebody asks “Whoa! What the hell happened to your arm?!” when I have my sleeve rolled up. I make up some story about getting caught in some barbed wire when I was a kid. Whether they believe that or not isn’t important but it usually stops them asking more questions. It also makes me want to run a way and hide.


Putting my scars on display was a big deal for me, but I’m happy I did it. It has taken the edge off the self-imposed stigma a bit. And hopefully a little less fear and anxiety when I encounter somebody who insensitively asks about them.














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