I have a pair of jeans that I wear all the time, more than any other pair. These jeans have had a stain on them for a while now, but I didn't think a lot of it - jeans get messy. Then, today, I looked a little closer and saw that these jeans carry evidence of my previous secret life of harming. It felt like a punch in the stomach. I've been over a year without harming, but still I felt so ashamed.