Red Opium.

I don't know about that. Every time I go to the bathroom, every time I change my clothes -- scars. I worry about wearing skirts and dresses. I worry about the holes in my pajamas (yes, yes, I've worn them for so long they're holy -- my religious sleepwear . . .) that plainly show my scars (what if someone sees me in them? what if, what if?). I worry that I'll have to drop my pants at the doctor's someday. I worry that I'll have to change in front of someone else. I'm always afraid that if someone looks between the cracks in a bathroom stall, they can see.

Just because a scar isn't on your arm, doesn't mean it doesn't have just as much worry with it. It's just a different sort of worry.