In the locker room I stand near a group of girls that are pretty  nice and light hearted and funny.  There’s one particular pretty girl that’s always smiling and laughing and acting silly, sometimes she has off days where’s she’s upset but don’t we all?  Well today in the locker room I looked down at her thighs and saw these very faint cut marks, one wasn’t quite disappearing yet.  I just stood there and stared.  Its almost like taboo to bring it up, no one ever does.  Some people have asked me numerous times what’s wrong with my thighs and I look them straight in the face and switch the subject, as if they never spoke at all. So its not like I could just gasp and hug her and say, “don’t do that! you’re better than that! im so sorry!” because we all know that that doesn’t work and that no one wants to hear that ever. But it just surprises me when I see that people who look absolutely perfectly normal are suffering too.

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