I started to get bullied at six years old and ever since then I have viewed my body with such distain. I recently read through some diary entries to which I saw myself at 12 describe myself as monstrous and displeasing to look at. And as I have grown older that has only amplified with those I meet. Each comment piled atop on another like a grain of sand filling an endless bucket which only gets heavier and heavier with each day that passes, with each snide remark and each disgusted look I receive. When I was 14 I began to think I was unlovable, purely because of my body, all the boys would always say I’ve the skinnier, smaller, prettier friend, so I eventually gave up. Whenever I would fall in love I would look in the mirror and repeat “nobody wants you fat a$$” until I understood what I believed my worth was.