#csa-kid
Days since I cut myself: 6 months.
I really… really… really… want to cut.
Why do I still love you after you made me like this?
“Thanksgiving is coming!”
my body is mine…
“Your aunt is coming up to see us!”
My Body Is Mine…
“She says she can’t wait to see you!”
MY BODY IS MINE…
“I wish she would just move up here with us!”
MY BODY IS MINE!!!
“She’s missed you so much!”
my body was hers…
These are just words on a picture. The magic comes when you believe them. I started fights so that i would have an excuse for the bruises i inflicted on myself. I once slashed every tire in my apartment complex when I was 12 so that I would not have to deal with six female teachers with authority over me that reminded me of my abuser. 7 years later I lost enough weight to healthily fit into my middle school hoodie, I have friends who make me laugh on a daily bases, I am loved, I am wanted, I am a survivor, I am alive. What will you become?
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I wont lie to you. I could try and do this Tumblr alone and have it get lost amongst random searches. But that’s not what this was created for. I want to help as many victims and survivors as possible. To do that I need you all. I wont ask you to follow me. All I ask is that you pass this on. I am here for you. I do know what you’re going through. Lets help each other.
