All my life I’ve gotten comments about my body:
“You’re fat!”
“You’re as big as a house!”
All the time.
I’m told I have to lose weight to be loved or to, at least, be accepted.
I’ve tried all kinds of diets.
I hate myself for not knowing how or being able to lose weight.
I’ve started believing all the things being said about me.
I’m unable to love my body or how I look.
I’m fat, I wear glasses, and I have bad hair and a big nose.
This is the first time I admit this and write it down,
But this is the truth.
Why did God make me this way?
I feel that there is no hope for me.