Fourteen year old me thought about twenty-five year old me all scarred up, but dismissed it as a distant future scenario we'd deal with "if I [made] it". Here we are, now, and twenty-five year old me is the poster child for the light at the end of the tunnel. I don't wear my fourteen year old pain with shame anymore, but it's not the sort of thing I broadcast, either. The way I told my clients' nanny is the way I'm telling you; I'm happy to answer questions because I'd rather you get it straight than make assumptions.
Some day people will be able to see past my pain. Some day I will, too.