I actually hate myself. I hate my body. I hate my personality. I hate having b****. Every boy only talks to me because of it. I don’t have any friends that are boys because they all want to hook up and if I don’t hook up with them they won’t be my friend. I hate my stomach. It’s flat, but not flat enough. I hate my legs. My thighs touch at the top. I hate my feet and hands. I hate my arms. They’re really hairy. I hate my hair. It doesn’t straighten. I hate my nose. It’s to big. I hate my eyes. They’re to small. I hate my lips. They’re uneven. I hate my cheeks. They’re chubby. I hate my b*** and my b****. They bring me unwanted attention. I always get called a s*** or a w**** for having big b****. I hate my laugh. It’s loud and unattractive. I hate the way I flirt. I flirt shamelessly. This also gets me called a s***. Im shy and awkward. I can’t speak to any one with out wanting to die. I hate the way my voice sounds. It sounds like a man. I hate my sense of humor. It’s terrible. I hate how I get blamed if a guy likes me or talks to me. I can’t control them. I hate myself.