Reblog if you would still love someone even if they had self-harm scars.
I do.
The husband is covered with them. Big, fat, raised, ridged scars across both arms, his chest, and his stomach. Guess what, fuckers, I STILL LOVE HIM.
Le Fiance’s arms are decorated in them. He cut himself only once while we were dating, but before that he’d cut himself on a regular basis. They are pretty wide and they go down to his elbow from his shoulder.
I love him too.
The concept is that if something is marked it has history and that makes it infinitely more beautiful.
Scars are just a story to be learned, if the owner of the scars wants to give it. But they are not gross.
I have a lot of self-harm scars, and everyone but the last two girls I was with were repulsed by them. I also have scars from rape and physical abuse. But, I’ve always accepted people, regardless of their scars. Everyone has a past, all you can do is try to help them if they ever want to relapse, and hope for the future. If they do, they should still be accepted. EVERYONE has their scars, emotional or physical.
-Eliza
