I hate myself
My name is Sadrianna.
I’m am 18 years old.
I stand at about 5'8"
One year ago I was at my thinnest at 135lbs. Same height.
Since then I quit cheering, stopped working out, started working insane hours, gone through a few insane mental breakdowns, stopped eating healthy, graduated, started college, and have gained 35 pounds.
I have body dismorphia.
I hate to look at myself. In any way.
I hate to admit to myself that I’m a fat slob.
I hate to see those numbers on the scale climbing every day.
I hate that I try to convince myself to get up and do something about it but I’m too depressed to move.
I hate that I’m good for nothing at all anymore.
I hate that I’m so self conscious I refuse to let my boyfriend see me naked.
I hate that I’m a full time student with a full time job that never seems to have ANY money to invest in a personal trainer
And I hate that it’s come down to me needing a trainer in order to get me motivated to do anything with my life.
I hate that I can’t look people in the eye because I live in constant fear that every person is looking at me in disgust at how big I am.
I hate that I can’t be the woman my man deserves.
And I hate that I have to try and validate my own feelings to myself because damn it if this was really a problem why don’t I fix it but good God it’s so.. hard..
I hate that I feel the need to hide myself away from my boyfriend because I’m too embarrassed for him to see me.
I hate that I feel like any time he tells me I’m beautiful the words burn his throat as they leave.
I hate feeling good so ugly and worthless
And I hate not being about to wear jeans all day because they’re so tight I can’t stand to stay in them for being uncomfortable when once upon a time even with a belt the same jeans would fall off my hips
I hate myself for what I have done to my own once beautiful body.
I just really
Hate
Me.