An older girl who I was out with today in a group kept taking photo’s of me without my permission. I tried to explain to her that I have BBD and literally felt like killing myself. She said ‘don’t cry about it’.
I am crying.
I hate this.
I have a cluster of dark scars where I tried to scratch the ugly out. It’s the size of a 5 pence piece.
My teachers wrapped up my hands in gauze to stop me when they saw blood.
I look at it daily.
There are so many ways in which my skin is not as thick as I wished it was.