T asked me once to show him my scars, and I did. He looked at them very closely, and was not grossed out or uncomfortable at all. The only thing he said was that certain ones were almost impossible to see, and the others he still had to be looking for to see. This was really what I needed to hear (it was in the context of discussing how ashamed I was of the scars). Knowing that they weren't appallingly obvious was important to me.