Years ago, I didn’t want to write the story of my scars, or the story of being a girl with scars, because it is hard enough being a girl in the world, but try being a girl with scars on your skin in the world. I let that girl get off the bus without saying a word. And I shouldn’t have. I should have let her know that even mired in the very depths of herself, she wasn’t alone. Because she’s not. – Girl in Pieces, Kathleen Glasgow

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