We all have stuff we do that hurts our bodies but we continue doing it. I might smoke, overeat, forget to eat, or do a sport that puts my life at risk. Whatever my coping mechanism, they are similar.
I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. It gave me something I was missing. It gave me control, strength, and power. I justified it to myself in a hundred different ways and explained it to my peers in a hundred more. I know others see it as “unhealthy” but if I control the risks, who has a right to deny me something that makes me happy?
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