Review:
| It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either. The ending really hit home for me. A lot of what this book was about reminded me about my past, the secrecy behind my self-injury and that hard step to ask for help. And, to know I’d be ok once I accepted it. I could easily relate to Callie because for the longest time I couldn’t talk about cutting or, for that matter, explain to you why I enjoyed doing it. All I knew was that I wanted to do it, I needed to do it. But, for me, it took great strength from within to actually seek help in my mom. I felt ashamed, guilty, etc. But I’m proud to say it’s been a year and a half since my last cut. Yes, I have the scars, but like Callie says, “I may not want to get rid of my scars, they tell a story.” |
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