I rarely cut. When I do, it's entirely on my upper left tricep, high enough to be concealed by any t-shirt. So far no one's aware that I've ever done it , and I've been at about a year and a half. I think I mainly do it as a means of viscerally taking out my frustration with visible results, and as a silent protest to life. By damaging my physical form, I feel as though I'm rejecting the fact that I exist as an embodied creature, if that makes any sense. It also says something along the lines of 'life is terrible to the extent to which I would voluntarily injure myself, because that could never come close to comparing how much this world's damaged me.' I plan for my eventual ctb to be incredibly violent for this exact reason.