starrvingstar
suicidal anorexic
- Apr 9, 2023
- 141
any time i think about or look at my face i break down in tears and have the strongest desire to ctb. i am lucky i can hide in baggy clothes because looking at my body could make me vomit.
im currently taking measures into my own hands to achieve my goal weight of 90 pounds and hopefully distract people from staring at my god-awful face and judging me. although being severely underweight would probably lead to more judgement and mockery from others at least i can feel powerful, garner some pity, and look better than being fat AND ugly. alongside my desire to achieve a low weight, i also have a fantasy of my heart stopping due to low bpm. it might be terrible to say but i do hope i suffer a heart attack or body failure due to my malnourishment. if i died of illness i would not be put at fault or held to blame. no matter how small i become i can not change my features or the shape and size of my body parts at their core which bothers me because there is not a single inch of my body i do not hate but as long as i am skinny i do not think ill be worried. i say this as if i don't binge eat every night and look and feel fatter than a whale.
any time i look at my unfortunate self in the mirror a film plays in my reflection of myself taking a knife to my own stomach and stabbing it repeatedly. i try my best to avoid acknowledging my physical appearance, which results in a shit ton of dissociation any time i see a picture of myself or look at my reflection. i've yelled at friends for posting photos of me online, i take photos with them to avoid drama and make them happy even though my appearance being captured and kept forever makes me want to kill myself, i have to leave the situation in my mind whenever a photo is being taken with me in it and i avoid taking any group or professional photos. i can't even be around people knowing they are looking at my appearance without being high on something to distract me from that fact.
i still wear a mask to this day no matter where i go and can't bring myself to leave the house without it, it helps me handle having to look in the mirror when i use the bathroom a little bit better. the only thing i end up worried about is my hair, which i also find myself wanting to ctb over. hardly anyone has seen my face in years, even my closest friends of 6+ years. i wear the mask to avoid having to stand in public knowing that other people are perceiving my terrible facial structure at every angle, if i don't have my mask on I am constantly anxious or dissociated. i can't see myself being worthy of any love, i can not see anyone finding me attractive when they look at me from the side. i am so imperfect and my appearance does not even cover half of it.
my skin is beyond imperfect, my nose is hooked massive and protrudes inches off my face even including a hump to make things better, my lips are paper thin and look nonexistent, my face is covered in big hairy moles, my chin is dented in the middle and sticks out of my face, my forehead is greasy and wrinkly, my entire body is full of acne in places i would never expect, my stomach is round firm and my bellybutton frowns, my ass is flat, my breasts are massive and sag, i do not think these features are ugly on anyone else but me and do not even notice them at all. we are our own worst critics, i guess. people constantly ask me what it is about my face i specifically don't like but honestly, i don't like to tell people to avoid making them have to lie to my face while they try to comfort me and tell me my nose isn't big, or that it is big but that okay. i do not want to hear that bullshit because i know i am ugly.
writing this brings me to tears knowing i am forced to live an entire life in this disgusting vessel i hate myself i feel ugly and i want to die.
im currently taking measures into my own hands to achieve my goal weight of 90 pounds and hopefully distract people from staring at my god-awful face and judging me. although being severely underweight would probably lead to more judgement and mockery from others at least i can feel powerful, garner some pity, and look better than being fat AND ugly. alongside my desire to achieve a low weight, i also have a fantasy of my heart stopping due to low bpm. it might be terrible to say but i do hope i suffer a heart attack or body failure due to my malnourishment. if i died of illness i would not be put at fault or held to blame. no matter how small i become i can not change my features or the shape and size of my body parts at their core which bothers me because there is not a single inch of my body i do not hate but as long as i am skinny i do not think ill be worried. i say this as if i don't binge eat every night and look and feel fatter than a whale.
any time i look at my unfortunate self in the mirror a film plays in my reflection of myself taking a knife to my own stomach and stabbing it repeatedly. i try my best to avoid acknowledging my physical appearance, which results in a shit ton of dissociation any time i see a picture of myself or look at my reflection. i've yelled at friends for posting photos of me online, i take photos with them to avoid drama and make them happy even though my appearance being captured and kept forever makes me want to kill myself, i have to leave the situation in my mind whenever a photo is being taken with me in it and i avoid taking any group or professional photos. i can't even be around people knowing they are looking at my appearance without being high on something to distract me from that fact.
i still wear a mask to this day no matter where i go and can't bring myself to leave the house without it, it helps me handle having to look in the mirror when i use the bathroom a little bit better. the only thing i end up worried about is my hair, which i also find myself wanting to ctb over. hardly anyone has seen my face in years, even my closest friends of 6+ years. i wear the mask to avoid having to stand in public knowing that other people are perceiving my terrible facial structure at every angle, if i don't have my mask on I am constantly anxious or dissociated. i can't see myself being worthy of any love, i can not see anyone finding me attractive when they look at me from the side. i am so imperfect and my appearance does not even cover half of it.
my skin is beyond imperfect, my nose is hooked massive and protrudes inches off my face even including a hump to make things better, my lips are paper thin and look nonexistent, my face is covered in big hairy moles, my chin is dented in the middle and sticks out of my face, my forehead is greasy and wrinkly, my entire body is full of acne in places i would never expect, my stomach is round firm and my bellybutton frowns, my ass is flat, my breasts are massive and sag, i do not think these features are ugly on anyone else but me and do not even notice them at all. we are our own worst critics, i guess. people constantly ask me what it is about my face i specifically don't like but honestly, i don't like to tell people to avoid making them have to lie to my face while they try to comfort me and tell me my nose isn't big, or that it is big but that okay. i do not want to hear that bullshit because i know i am ugly.
writing this brings me to tears knowing i am forced to live an entire life in this disgusting vessel i hate myself i feel ugly and i want to die.