At first I was ashamed of my scars and what I was doing to myself, and I still am. I use to hid them constantly and never allow people to see my body. I finally ended up telling the boy I was seeing at the time and he was so understanding and so helpful he took everything away for me he was my safe haven… Once more people found out they couldnt believe it. My parents couldnt. My friends, teachers. Noone. I was too “full of life.” Noone beleived me until I showed them cuts or the scars on my body.