I’m a relatively successful woman–if by successful you mean I have great friends, supportive family, enough money to get by. I may not have a ludicrous career at 32 years old, but I’d like to think I’m okay even if I get jealous over younger, more successful people all the time.
But I hate myself. I go out and have a fun time, I think I look pretty at times, there are also times I think I’m on the top of the world.
I’ve always hated myself for as long as I remember. I remember being 10 years old, thinking that I should be killing myself because […]