Acceptance
I have an issue.
It used to be I was fine with how I looked, that I knew I needed to work out more and that’s it. But recently it’s gotten worse. I oftentimes find myself looking down at my already skinny body and thinking “God damn am I fat…” I see all this extra skin and just wish it could just go away. That with one cut I could just get rid of it all. I hate how I’m not skinny enough, I hate how I have a little belly bulge when I sit down…I checked the stats, and as it is I’m 145 at 6’1 and borderline anorexic. I’m just BARELY passing for the normal/healthy weight for my age and body type. I still think I’m fat…
Then at other times I find myself hating I’m so skinny. I look at all these finely chisled guys just walking around in their tight shirts and showing off their muscles…and I hate myself for being so puny. Even when I work out for weeks on end it doesn’t show because I don’t have anything to build off of! And I hate it, I’ll never measure of to any of them. I’ll never “wow” people with my physique.
It doesn’t matter what I do I am never happy with my body. I’m either too fat, too skinny or both. And I hate it so fucking much! What makes it worse is my mother jokes about how skinny I am and tells me to eat more, then when I do she says “Oh my god, you pig!” Well what do you want me to do!? Eat or not eat!?
As it is I forget to eat on a normal basis, and while I could stop eating I can’t because I know I’d pass out immediately. I can’t go more than 5 hours without something in my body before I actually pass out from lack of energy. I HATE it.
Why can’t I be happy with my body? Why? I try and try to see what my friends say is appealing….and nothing. I don’t get it. There’s nothing about me I like. I hate my collar bones. I hate my extra skin. I hate every fucking damn detail, it’s just so….. grotesque and….I’m just an abomination of a person in my mind….
So I finally, after all this time, admit I have a problem.


