7 days ago my face was bleeding. I had just finished scratching and rubbing my face raw with a wash cloth. I was sobbing. I thought the harder I scratched, the harder I rubbed, the scabs would be gone and my face would be normal. That scene could have been a month ago for all I know. I wonder how I lived with that girl each day, driven mad by the mirror and perfection. Today, I didn't pick at my face for the seventh day in a row, and all I can do is thank myself for not hurting myself. What a simple concept. Thanks to all for your support. Your stories, comments, and posts keep pushing me. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Good luck to all.