I will never be pretty. Never. Only thin girls are pretty. Only the ones with flat stomachs.
I don’t know how you think I’m beautiful. I don’t know how you can look at me and love me. Size 8 is too big, too big, too big. I need to be pretty. You don’t think all of me is beautiful. You can’t. My stomach is not beautiful.
I can’t be happy without being pretty.
You say that you don’t like skinny girls. I can’t understand that. I’m straight, but even I’m more physically attracted to those thin, beautiful girls than I will be to any man or other type of woman.
I’m not a hypocrite. I don’t think “only I’m fat”, or “everyone else just carries it better.” I hate my body. It’s ugly. It’d be ugly on anyone.
Tell me I’m ugly. If you hate me, it’ll make it easier for me to starve myself. It’ll be easier to punish myself. If you hate me, I can be punished. If you think I’m repulsive, I can starve. Tell me you hate me.