Okay, so this might not seem like such a big deal to you guys, but I wore a short-sleeved shirt to school today. It's the first time since my freshman year. Since then it's been hoodies and long-sleeved shirts.
I started self-injuring October 2008. My arms were covered with scars. The tops of my arms are still covered in raised, white marks. My lower arms, though... those are passable. Don't get me wrong, there are still very noticeable scars, but thanks to the miracles of Mederma and makeup, I can make them look... normal. Like anyone else's arms. And my forearms have always been one of my best features: thin and creamy and dainty.
I'm not "over" cutting. I don't know if I ever will be. Hell, I even slipped up last month. But for the most part, I've quit. And you have no idea how beautiful it feels to wear a short-sleeve shirt on an 80 degree day until you've deprived yourself of the feeling for over two years. So yeah, it's been a good day.