Help Learning to accept self harm scars?

[Sphinxi]

I have grotesque and abundant self harm scars across my body. My arms, hands, shoulders, chest, stomach, legs, and face are covered in scarring. It makes it hard to go out in public. People often stare at my face scars, and it's seemingly impossible to not be self conscious of this. I present openly that I am a basket case to everybody that I interact with because of my scars. Every person will see a body that is frail, ghastly thin, and visibly damaged beyond repair. Scar removal isn't an option, as my scars are too dense in number.

Despite the insecurity, I oddly like my scars, although I cannot stand to look at myself in the mirror.

How do I go about coping with this? Do I just have to accept that my scars will degrade my quality of life?

 

[InevitableDeath]

You just get used to them. You can wear them like badges of honour, like tribespeople.

I had a shrivelled old teacher once, she was hideous to look at but, I thought, lovely on the inside.

Sad thing was, twenty years later she proved to be a spiteful snob cunt.

But I thought she looked great.

You never stop learning though. There's not much quality of life amongst skanks.

 

[timf]

You could go with humor;

There was a terrible accident when I was small with a jar of Gerber's baby food. Just as I was opening the microwave...

You could go with pity;

My parents made me ride in the trunk whenever we drove any where. Sadly, once, the last stop we made was to by a bag of razor blades.

You could go with an approximation of truth;

There was a period of time in my life when I felt the only control I had was cutting. Thankfully that time is past.

 

[Sphinxi]

You could go with humor;

There was a terrible accident when I was small with a jar of Gerber's baby food. Just as I was opening the microwave...

You could go with pity;

My parents made me ride in the trunk whenever we drove any where. Sadly, once, the last stop we made was to by a bag of razor blades.

You could go with an approximation of truth;

There was a period of time in my life when I felt the only control I had was cutting. Thankfully that time is past.

These all work as a response to an inquiry about my scars, but the problem is that they are so obvious and numerous that people know that I am a deeply troubled cutter without even interacting with me. I can't walk around with a sign that has some excuse as to why I look deformed.

 

[timf]

I once worked with a guy who had a birth mark on half his face. When you first met him it was a very striking feature. After two weeks you really did not notice it.