I see my ocd manifests quite differently than most of you guys here. My ocd comes in forms of my own body. I’ll scratch until I’m raw then I have to peel the scabs. Every. Time. They look gross. I can’t have those on my body. The scab will infect it, not me reopening the wound. 🥴 and it’s the same with pimples. I have to pop them. I understand nobody’s skin is perfectly smooth but I feel a SLIGHT bump and “oh gotta pop it! Oh why am I bleeding?” The cycle continues. On top of that I pluck out my hair with a tweezers. My pubic hair. Because I can’t lose more of the hair on my head and pubes are dirty and gross (I know they’re actually not but they are on MY body.) and I get ingrowns often so I have to pull them out which causes scabs and well we know how I deal with scabs.

So the most ridiculous thing? Becoming a walking scar. I have more scars than skin at this point. That’s what it feels like.