When I say I have scars people ask if they can see
Of course I say no
No one can see my scars because there is nothing to see
My scars are the faded stretch marks from when I lost 65 pounds
My scars are the eating disorder that makes me feel fat and worthless
My scars are the kids who gave me cute nicknames like "lardo" and "fatass"
My scars are the kids who gave me the even cuter nicknames like "anorexic" and "freak" after I lost the weight holding on to me so closely.
My scars are the endless barrage of thoughts to swallow fifteen pills or jump off a freeway overpass
But that can't happen
All my scars have come with a jar of scar cream
Scar cream to fade the stretch marks
Scar cream to speak to without feeling judged
Scar cream that called me beautiful and a friend
Scar cream that saved my life