My left forearm. Why am I such an idiot... you couldnt get a more clichd, a more suspicious, more obvious place to be marked. 13 new scars since I last saw my parents. There simply arent 13 new lies to tell them...

What do I say when they ask? just like with the Bulimia, they have no idea that I SI and there's no way they would be able to get their heads around it... they've always given me everything that they could in life, loved me so much more than I deserved and in return I've always played the happy daughter. I just feel so guilty that if they knew it would break their hearts, that after everything they've done for me I'm not even grateful enough to be happy - which is all they've ever wanted from me.

They believed me when I told me that my puppy scratched me, they were surprised when 2 months later I told them Id caught my watch in a bus door and it had cut me, they were shocked that Id 'over scratched a mosquito bite in my sleep'. . . and are still perplexed as to why scars from 'such little things' remain on my arm . . . but what now? What can I possibly say that would explain to them why my arm looks like a chopping board? Why (and this is thanks to the bulimia :) my hair is falling out, my teeth are receding, my lips are chapped, why my lisp has come back and I cant eat properly (thanks to swollen cheeks), why I get dizzy, why I faint, and why I find it so hard to get up in the mornings

I havent seen them in three months, they arrive in a week. Please help me.....