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I pick my stomach from right below my boobs to the bottom of my rib cage. I don't do it as bad now but I used to do it from stress... if I was picking I just kinda zoned out... sometimes hours would pass by and I'd look down and my hands were covered in blood and my fingers were sore for days sometimes afterwards. My doctors have told me to knit instead but I think if I could tell myself to just knit and stop picking I would just stop the picking. When I get into those trance like states I have no clue but even when I just think there is something to pick at even though I know there isn't I still choose to pick and I can't stop myself!! I'll never be able to wear a bikini or be with a new guy without having to explain myself... I've lied before about the scars but really... now it's the least screwed up thing about me...
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