
So I was in the shower the other day, and saw my scars, and immediately started feeling regretful, and like I was the stupidest creature on earth to have done that to myself, and like I was stained for life, or at least until they heal completely, which I'm sure most of you know takes quite some time. Not a very constructive series of thoughts, because that leads me to thinking how nothing matters any more, and there you go.
So I started thinking about the positive side: How much of my skin is actually unscarred. It's not like I deny that the bad things exist; the scars are still there, and i have some issues to solve. It's just that I was born beautiful and in a way perfect, or as perfect as human beings go, anyway. (My philosophy in life is that we are, indeed, perfect all the time, just because nothing is perfect anyway, if that makes any sense--it sure does to me.) And there's no way that perfection can be taken from me, by any mistake that I might make.
If this helps anybody, then go on, and when you're feeling sad and down and all triggered, think about the thins that are pure and beautiful about you. Now, things that you've accomplished don't count, no matter how good you're in school or what wonderful poems you've written or how you cleaned your room today. This is about how you're naturally good and worth all the good things in the world. At least to me, a high achiever and perfectionist, the only things that truly calm me down are the ones I haven't had to do anything about.
Good stuff that is essentially in me without me doing anything:





Sheesh, this is harder than I thought.
Anyhow, feel free to add your own, but remember! This is not a list for anything that you have DONE something about, and nothing that you could by any means lose. No school success, friends, having done something on your to-do list, not even being SI free for a while. Just YOU.