A Respectful & Appreciative Envy

I. HATE. MY. BODY. More than anyone has ever hated anything. There isn’t a single part of my body that I like, let alone love. In fact, I don’t think I can even tolerate any of it. Sound dramatic, but that is exactly how I feel. How I’ve always felt. People say “oh don’t talk shit, I like you the way you are” or “there’s nothing wrong with how you look” but would they still be saying that if they spent a few minutes in my head? Platitudes are all too common, especially when people don’t know what to do or (even worse) say it purely so they don’t feel guilty about not wanting to get involved.