I think you've got to get out whatever's hurting you through your art, so it doesn't twist you up inside.
I know you're upset, I know you're scared, but don't walk away.
You can see when someone's been hurt the way I was. It's obvious. Something changes in their eyes; pain becomes their center, even when they try to hide it.
You don't deserve the anger you're turning on yourself. Your abuser's the one who does.
Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They're part...
