I was going to reply anonymously, but as I figured out what I was going to say, I decided that there probably wasn't much point.
I had to make a choice between a life of scarves and high collars to hide my scars, or finding some sort of acceptance. Somehow I managed the acceptance thing, but it didn't just happen I had to work at it. That meant talking to someone who lives for a living and even just going outside without anything to cover them. I'm not proud of the scars, but I had to find a way to live with them or I wouldn't have done anything with my life.
Maybe try talking to someone. Perhaps not your best friend, someone impartial.
Or maybe listening would appeal more. I'm sure a Battlescars meeting focussed on scars and physical injuries could be arranged. I never talk much at the meetings I attend, but I find listening cathartic. You might even find someone who inspires you.
I didn't realise I was going to write so much. Sorry about that.