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So my mom suspects i sh because I have two very similar scars on my arm that she noticed. I managed to make her drop it but i’m going swimming in two days and all I have are bikinis. I have another scar on my stomach (fully healed, small but noticeable) made with the same tool. I know seeing a third matching scar would tip her off if I don’t have a killer excuse ready but i’m horrible with them. There are no bad ideas please I just need something to tell her.

Hi, ive been learning quads for a little while now and am working on jumping. I can do small jumps but would like to master high jumps. I can do each segment of the jump flawlessly when I break it apart (feet to hands, straighten legs, tuck arms & legs in jump, buck & land), but can’t put it all together. I think i’m subconsciously scared of injuring my arms? I know i’ll be fine; I’ve practiced falling onto my hands from a standing position until it‘s second nature. i’m not consciously worried at all, but when I go to jump, my body shuts it down, and I end up pushing out instead of up. This happens on padded surfaces, too, like pillows and even a mattress, and i’m not sure why that is because it’s basically impossible to get injured that way. I guess i’m just wondering if anyone has experienced something similar and/or knows how to get over this irrational fear so I can learn to jump properly.

Why the fuck do people care what we do or don’t believe in. I’ve read so many horror stories about coming out as atheist and it’s sickening. Personally I respect all religions even if I disagree with them, so why can’t people respect our lack of one? Leave people the fuck alone and let them think for themself. What the hell?? (sorry about the vent lol)

For context, I’m 14F and raised Christian, but have come to terms with the fact that I am atheist. My mom makes me go to church every other Sunday (that’s her compromise because she knows I don’t like going, but she thinks it’s because I’m bored). I’ve always been skeptical (how could God exist with the parameters of this world? Why would I put all my faith in a man who lived 2000 years ago?) but went without much complaint to make her happy. However, since realizing I don’t believe at all, the act has become much harder. Whenever I step in there, I feel out of place and invalidated, and I’m getting sick of it. Thus, I’d like to tell my mom how I feel. Her faith is very important to her so I’m honestly terrified. I know she won’t kick me out or anything, but she will likely feel bad for me, pray for me, try to change me, etc, all of which would make me feel even more invalidated because she would be ignoring what I just said. It’s somewhat pressing that I tell her because she’s trying to get me to join the church, which is a hard no from me but I don’t know how to say so. When she asked why I didn’t want to join, I froze and had no idea what to say until she eventually dropped it. I need advice on starting the conversation and getting my point across; any input would be greatly appreciated.

Edit: My mom is a rational person. I can’t see her doing anything crazy that would hurt me in the long run, I think she’d just be butt hurt and oh so sorry that I can’t accept Jesus christ as my lord and savior. Regardless, I’m not in any real danger emotionally/financially. im more concerned with just bringing it up to her

So i’m going to the beach in two weeks and all of my swimsuits are bikinis. i have a scar on my stomach (small but still noticeable) that shows no matter how I adjust my bathing suit, and I need advice on how to hide it because my mom suspects (saw scars on my arm and this one looks the same). I think I managed to convince her I wasn’t cutting but I believe a third ‘accident’ would solidify it in her mind, so i cant let her see this one. i will have to swim at some point but I don’t have access to concealer. I just need some way to avoid questions and raised suspicion. Any tips?

Basically what the question says, but here’s some more context: I’ve had it rough for the past two years— severe body image issues, crippling social anxiety, possibly undiagnosed depression—but I never cut myself during that time. It never even crossed my mind, honestly.

now, i’m doing much better in those areas. I‘m confident, sociable, and happy. Im so pleased with the person I’ve become and most days, I would even say that I love myself. But a couple months into this chapter i started cutting and it’s like the two things are completely unrelated. I only do it to cope when i’m overwhelmed, so I guess that’s why. just wondering if anyone else is experiencing/has experienced something similar.