stop picking at my skin

I’ve not picked at my legs in a little over a week. The desire to do it has passed. Unfortunately, some of the skin has scarred. I’m all ready rather scarred, and it’s an “I feel ugly” moment, but this is progress, people!

So I went backpacking this weekend, and the great thing about that was there was not a single mirror. I didn’t have to look at myself. I didn’t feel a single urge to pick! Of course, when we got to the welcome center yesterday to use the indoor toilets, I saw the mirror and my fingers started working. But, the point of this is I didn’t pick for those two days. I think I just need to stop spending so much time in front of the mirror. Mirrors are bad. I’m picking less, and I’ve left my legs alone. But still… I need to stop.

One of my harder goals to accomplish. I didn’t pick as much as I normally do this week. Gradually I will accomplish this. I’ll do it!

I do this to purposefully hurt myself. I have acne on my legs and it freaks me out to the point that I feel like I need to punish myself for it. I hate it when I break out on my face. GRAH. I’m going to try to go a week without touching my face or legs. I can do this.