People just don’t understand that I’m slowly dying inside. That I feel like such a loser everyday. I’m not pretty. My two best friends, the only girls I hang out with, are super pretty and a perfect size 0 or 1. They are Barbie doll perfect. Ten there is me. I’m not pretty like them, and I am not tiny. Everyone tells me I have a nice body and I’m pretty, so why don’t I believe them? My self-confidence is so low. I just want someone there for me. My “best friends” don’t even realize when something is wrong with me. They just leave me to be even more depressed. They won’t ever truly understand how worthless I feel. I m such a loser..
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Even though I am a man, I can relate to your thoughts about your friends having something more than you have and your feelings about yourself. I have the same thoughts and have had them all my life. It seems like if you fit the mold in this society then life is easier. I definitely don’t fit the mold and never really did. One thing I have learned is that what other people think of me doesn’t shape who I am. It took a while to develop this thick skin. But I am glad I did because without it I would be a people pleaser and never really discovering what I am all about and why I am here. Seems like there is always somebody with something more. I get tired of struggling and believe me I have had struggles with my health, my family, my finances and my own self worth. I have tired to commit suicide when I was very young and have had those thoughts throughout my life. But I am still here and like a summer storm, the hard times pass, believe me they do, and the sun comes up again. I am thankful for the little things I do have like being able to walk because I almost lost that not too long ago. At my age, I am thankful for my good health because when I let the stress get to me, I had a lot of health problems. I like turtles because they never look back and sometimes when they get tipped over they need a little help to turn over. Friends have come and gone in my life and I am glad I never completed the suicide attempt. I have seen so many young people who I have known commit suicide and seen how it impacts the families around them. Tomorrow morning the sun will rise and it will be a new day. Don’t focus on the past because we can never change it. Struggles make us stronger like the lone tree facing many strong winds. Over time, it becomes stronger than any tree that is sheltered in a forest.
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I’m brunette with brown eyes, 5’6 120 pounds and of course to add to the top of that dish i’m depressed(Bi polar), have low iron……
I also feel pretty numbed out as in almost no feelings….anyhow….I do truly hate my body as well but hey I can’t be perfect neither can you…and my little sister is naturally small(Size 0) and guess what me and her both admire each other…..go figure…
People say your pretty because they want to be like you and that’s ok because everyone wants to feel beautiful but that doesn’t mean you have to be a small size because everyone is beautiful the way they are :’)