Somedays I don't even want to look in the mirror. I look at my body and just...hate what I see. My weight. My skin. Even the clothes I wear sometimes make me hate my body and how I look. It all makes me very sad, it's just another way I struggle to except how I am. I always think I'm never pretty enough for anyone to love me, that there's always something physically wrong with me.
I wish I could break myself of those thoughts. I really do. And I wish everyone out there who struggles like I do or who struggles more can break themselves of those thoughts too.