It's Not Just A Pencil Sharpener by Livia Whitesel https://padlet.com/livwhitesel/fxs06v6j3sckddbr A Personal Essay en-us 2022-04-28 15:10:14 UTC 2022-04-28 20:14:51 UTC hello@padlet.com livwhitesel https://padlet.com/livwhitesel/fxs06v6j3sckddbr/wish/2162824857 Here’s where it began. I was nearing up on 14 years old, and I was, as most 14 year olds do, crying. I don’t remember what I was crying about, it could have been a boy, my body image, my sexuality, my family, quite literally anything…but I was crying. Then, as it often did for as long as I can remember, that crying morphed into sobbing, then dry heaving, then hyperventilating, and soon I was on the bathroom floor unable to breathe. In the midst of this episode, I recalled something that I had seen once on my Instagram feed- cutting. Everyone online said it was an easy way to calm down. So, I took off my pants, grabbed my hot pink Venus razor from the shower, and dragged it down my thigh in three, vertical lines. Suddenly, the world went quiet, and I could breathe again.
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