The summer of 2014 was perhaps one of the most touching summers in the eighteen years of my life. I decided that it was time for me to admit to Glenn that I used to practice self-harm. I said, "Glenn, I think it's time wewe know the truth about my scars." He asked, "What's the truth?" I said, "Before we met, I was a constant target for bullying." He said, "I know you've been bullied, but I don't think wewe told me the details." I said, "Well, the bullies would often abuse me verbally and physically. To cope, I would take a pocket knife, and I cut." This made Glenn cry. He said, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I wish I could've been there then." I said, "Well, you're here now. I still have to fight myself not to cut sometimes, but I'm doing better." After admitting this to my best friend, I decided to tell my other friends. They were very compassionate and understanding. After admitting my habit to all my good friends, I finally kicked the habit. The scars remain, but they're only on the surface. The internal scars faded, thanks to upendo and support from family and friends.