You know what I hate about myself, that I’m not “fat” but I’m not “skinny” I’m just kind of eh. Like I’m not plus size so I’m not seen has thicc and big girl pretty. But I’m not skinny. So I’m not seen as normal. I’m just eh. And I hate that. Because I’m nothing. Like nothing is there to describe me. I have a muffin top I hide with jeans and leggings. Big boobs where I can only wear shirts that’s help hide my belly and don’t make me look like a tent. I’m short so I don’t look good in skirts. And dresses look horrid on me. And like ugh. Like I don’t have a pretty face. What do I have going for me? I have nothing. It makes sense why no one wants to date me and why no one likes me. Because I’m a bundle of fat with a ugly face, and too big boobs, with a flat ass. And greasy hair. Like WHAT IS THERE TO LOVE ABOUT ME?