I hate my body. I can tell from my boyfriend everytime he wants to have sex or do anything romantic. It's a fleeting feeling of romance, maybe 10 minutes or less. Then he gets "lazy." He gets tired and wishes to stop and just cuddle but that's barely on its own. I can tell its because how I look, my body. No matter how much I try to lose weight not just for him or others but so I can look different, no matter what I do I can tell I'm just unattractive objectively. I hate feeling so used and thrown aside. No aftercare, no attention to my wellbeing, just genuine bullshit. It doesn't help that he already shown interest in other people. I wanna cry, I want to cry so fucking bad.