Yesterday I shaved my legs, completely shaved them right up to places you don't want to know about, but now do, for which you're welcome

Anyway, even back when I was self harming I was hairy (I am VERY hairy, particularly my legs) and even then I could see my scars, but they were always covered to some extent. So having now seen them shaved I was genuinely shocked at just what a mess I made of my body, I mean, they are
covered,
really covered. It is just scars crossing over other scars, top to bottom. It didn't make me feel sad or anything, but it was this horribly poignant reminder of the past, and I'm not really sure how to process that haha