Ah, I am disgusted by my body!

I have too much fat- I have weird bumps. I have blackheads on my chin. My eyebrows are asymmetrical. I have too much body hair. My cheekbones are too high; my forehead is too big. My breasts are misshapen; my nipples are too large. My back has too much of a curve. My nose is crooked. My teeth are too yellow. My skin is too dry. My eyes are a muddy colour. My thighs are ridden with cellulite. My voice is too scratchy. My teeth are crooked. I have no muscle. My lips are too thin. My waist is too wide. I despise myself! I despise myself! I despise myself!

How often I've felt I don't belong in this body...

How often I've become nauseous just from the thought of eating...

How often I've dragged my fingernails across my back, collecting dead skin underneath...

How often I've banged my wrists on the edges of tables...

How often I've stood in front of the mirror, picking and pinching my face...

Is there nothing I can do to make my appearance adequate? Who could ever love a wild boar such as me!

I scrub myself raw in the shower, but none of the ugliness ever seems to come out.

My hair falls out in clumps from the stress, exacerbating the issue.

I have scabs all over my body from picking at myself.

Agony!

Existing in this way is agony!

Sometimes I doubt I was ever meant to be human at all!

My ugliness must be some form of divine punishment.

Otherwise, why would I be tortured like this? Is it just my non-existent sense of worth crawling back to ridicule me?

Augh, I hate living this way...

I want to be content with my appearance.